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The Candle of Latimer 



DAUGHTER OF ZION. 



THE MASTER OF LATIMER HALL. 



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PHILADELPHIA: 

King & Baird, Printers, No. 607 Sansom Street. 
1875- 






Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1875, by 
OSGOOD E. FULLER, - c^i, , 
In the office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. 



The Candle of Latimer 

A MONOLOGUE, 



IN THREE PARTS. 



^0 the fi^iends of (^btjistian ti|aining, 
ISC41iose enduijing love I claim 

!(foJi the School ray boldness has honoi|ed 
i^^ith eld Itjlugh Latiraet]'8 iiame. 



The Candle of Latimer. 



INTRODUCTION TO PART FIRST. 



Lives of great men are the enduring poems 
of the world, which become the glory of his- 
tory, sacred and profane. 

"The Candle of Latimer," composed chiefly 
on the streets, when going from house to house, 
in the cars, at hotels, and wherever 

A work for God and coming days, 

bore me on, or found me out, with its stern 



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interdiction of the wasteful luxury of dreams, 
is an attempt to build in verse the poem of 
one of the many lives which exalt the world. 

Hugh Latimer, Bishop of Worcester, of yeo- 
man descent, was born about the year 14S0, 
Placed in school at an early age, in due time 
he entered the University of Cambridge, where he 
became distinguished for diligence in the learning 
^ the day. 

At a time when Spain was alive with the 

impulse to find an El Dorado in the New World, 

Latimer entered the ministry, to seek through 

the fields of the Church the Celestial Country. 
i 
Instructed in all the doctrines of Rome, a 

man who believed what he professed, and acted 

what he believed, he verily thought, in the spirit 

of Saul of Tarsus, that he ought to do many 

things against the newly revived faith of the 

Reformers. Among other things, he pronounced 



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an oration against Melanchthon, and was rewarded 
for his zeal in receiving the appointment of 
cross-bearer to the Universit)'. 

But God in His providence, as in the case 
of Saul, was preparing the way to put an end 
to the "time of blindness and ignorance," and 
turn the zeal of His servant to a better field. 
Bilney, a reformer, whose light was never hid, 
and one of those who heard the oration against 
the German divine, went to Latimer's study 
with the concealed hope of enlightening him, 
and entreated him to hear his confession, in 
which he carefully set forth all the grounds of 
his faith. Latimer was so touched by the recital, 
that he abandoned the study of the school- 
doctors, and became a student of true divinity. 

He now became one of the boldest preachers 
of the faith he had once opposed, like that 
son of Benjamin of old, whom he so much re- 



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sembled, and like him was soon "brought be- 
fore governors and kings," for the Master's 
sake. 

Cardinal Wolsey, before whom Latimer was 
accused, possibly affected as was Agrippa by the 
words of Paul, instead of silencing him, as was 
expected, gave the eloquent priest a license to 
preach through all England. Cited before the 
Archbishop of Canterbury, and the Bishop of 
London, in 1532, he refused all subscription to 
the doctrines he had renounced. 

\w 1535, King Henry, who with his faults 
always admired boldness and honesty of purpose, 
appointed Latimer to the Bishopric of Worces- 
ter. In that field he discharged his office with 
all the simplicity and devotion of a truly apos- 
tolic bishop. Accused before the King, on 
account of a sermon he had preached at Court, 
he replied, "If your Grace allow me for a 



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preacher, I would desire your Grace to give me 
leave to discharge my conscience." On New 
Year Day, when courtiers were presenting their 
costly gifts, Latimer gave Henry an English New 
Testament, folded down at the text, "Whore- 
mongers and adulterers God will judge." 

On the passage of the act of Six Articles in 
1539, the Bishop of Worcester resigned his charge 
for conscience' sake, and at the instigation of 
Winchester was imprisoned in the Tower, where 
he remained till the accession of Edward. 

Foxe makes a memorable note concerning him 
during the reign of the young King: 

"As the diligence of this man of God never 
ceased all the time of King Edward to profit 
the Church both publicly and privately; so 
among other doings in him to be noted, this is 
not lightly to be overpassed, but worthy to be 
observed, that God not only gave him His 



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Spirit plenteously and comfortably to preach 
His word to His Church, but also by the same 
Spirit, he did evidently foreshadow and prophesy 
all those kinds of plagues which afterward ensued. 
And as touching himself, he ever affirmed that 
the preaching of the gospel would cost him his 
life, to which he cheerfully prepared himself, 
and felt certainly persuaded that Winchester was 
kept in the Tower for that purpose, as the event 
too truly proved." 

In the neighborhood of Coventry, when Queen 
Mary ascended the throne, cited to appear before 
the council, under circumstances that afforded 
ample opportunity to escape, Latimer yet pro- 
ceeded with great promptness to London, re- 
marking of Smithfield, ''That place of burning 
hath long groaned for me." 

On his arrival in the metropolis, he was 
committed to the Tower, where in the reign 



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X)f Henry, he had already spent six years. In 
his half-jesting words to the Lieutenant, he again 
revealed his conviction as to the death he was 
to suffer, though yet uncondemned, untried : 
" Unless they allow me a fire, I shall deceive 
them ; for they purpose to burn me, but I shall 
be starved with cold." 

Cranmer, Ridley, and Bradford, soon became 
his companions within those old walls that could 
tell such stories of lords and ladies, princes, 
and ecclesiastics, and those of low degree, cut off 
in youth, middle life, old age, as the interest 
or intrigue of those in power demanded. 

The oldest and bravest of that little company, 
with the great multitude of time-servers, and 
those weak in the faith, 'who were awed into 
silence by the power of the civil arm, vividly 
before him, the venerable Bishop is represented 
in the first part of the monologue which follows, 



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as vindicating the success of his life and the ulti- 
mate triumph of the Reformation, addressing 
himself more particularly to Ridley, who was to 
be his companion in death \ and finally, at the 
close, as prophesying the glory which should 
flow from their martyrdom. 



The Candle of Latimer, 

PART FIRST. 
Scene — The Tower of London. 



" Lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. 



I. 

Good Master Ridley, tliink not thou the battle 
Is lost, and England bound in hopeless chains ; 

My faith is not the visionary's prattle, 

And all the sunshine of my soul remains. 

Ay, many a year ago I claimed the splendor 
And benediction of the Morning Star, 

And oh for service unto Him to render, 
From whom the promise and fulfilment are ! 



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There is no darkness where the Christ remaineth, 

His tabernacle is with light aflame; 
His word unto the Church He aye maintaineth, 

A glory unto each recorded name. 

How can I doubt the clouds will be uplifted, 
And dawn upon the world a brighter day, 

When in His time the Lord the wheat has sifted. 
And with His breath has blown the chaff away ? 

O children with the pitiable faces, 

How have ye lost what is forever fair ! 

God present as of old in desert places, 
Forgiveth much — will he forgive despair? 



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II. 

It booteth not to say the days are evil ; 

What other days these long and weary years 
Since Satan in the paradise primeval 

Blighted the heart of man and brought in tears? 

A lowly servant of the Lord's anointing, 
To serve Him in my death as well as life, 

I will not murmur at His wise appointing — 
Hugh Latimer will never yield the strife. 



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Mine is the grander work, is evil greater, 

And in the higher service I rejoice : 
Only I would the time to go were later, 

With longer use of this rebuking voice. 

Few are the hearts that know the true Evangel ; 

Yoices are dumb which once for Christ were bold. 
And woes long writ by the Recording Angel, 

Descend as on the Pharisees of old. 

Oh for the Spirit with the seven graces. 

To burst in flame throughout the darkened land, 

Smiting with dread the wicked in high places, 
Till only truth before His presence stand ! 



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III. 

Long have I sought with eager intercession, 
And wistful watching through eventful days, 

To lead some troubled hearts in true confession 
To seek for rest within the olden ways : 

The straight and narrow ways which God appointed 
For man, who cannot live by bread alone. 

All set with watchmen in His love anointed, 
Directing to the one absolving Throne. 



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And toiling, pleading, waiting, I have tasted 
Ofttimes the bitterness of human scorn, 

Yet, never counting that my days were wasted. 
Have treasured all the tokens of the morn. 

So has the purpose of my life grown stronger, 
And added energy with each new year. 

Till now the shadows are becoming longer. 

Nor friend nor foe can find one stain of fear. 

For in the lone dark hour have I not uttered 
The passionate cry of one who must prevail, 

And while without the dreary night-winds muttered, 
Been answered by a voice, "Thou shalt not fail?" 



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IV. 

I have not failed to smite the ear of Heaven 
With all their wants, who in the darkness dwell, 

Beseeching Him who unto me has given, 
To pour His blessed light on them as well. 

How could I fail when in my heart I carried 
The promise and fulfilment of the word, 

For which of old the Kings and Prophets tarried, 
And died without that glory of the Lord ? 



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How could I fail, when in my soul was ringing 

The music of the everlasting psalm, 
Which Cherubim and Seraphim are singing, 

Whose notes are love and courage, strength and calm ? 

O weary, waiting children of the Highest, 
Ye shall not always in the darkness pine. 

Thou art a grief to God, O soul that diest, 

And through all lands the light at length shall shine. 

His word has passed — and He will not recall it — 
That to the Saving Name all knees shall bend. 

Christ's work of peace, whatever ill befall it, 
Shall, with His presence, prosper to the end. 



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V. 

I have not failed before my country's princes 
To speak the needed word, and, dearer part. 

To give the poor that message which convinces 
In feeding many a lowly, hungry heart. 

How could I fail within the royal places, 
To bid him of the woes of God beware. 

When One who had of human fear no traces. 
Had promised me His gracious presence there ? 



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How could I fail to tell the poor the story, 
Whose eloquence flows ever from the cross, 

When Christ was in my soul the hope of glory, 
And gain was leaping forth from every loss? 

Too soon will mine be hushed, but other voices 
Will bear it on and on, the joyful sound, 

Until the waiting wilderness rejoices. 

And every desert place the Christ has found. 

The Lord of Sabaoth doth hear my praying, 
The prison know His messengers of grace, 

\Vho gather up whate'er my heart is saying, 
And bid the blessed day come on apace. 



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VI. 

I have not failed to bear full many crosses, 
Mindful of Him who did not once complain, 

And while I gloried not, save in my losses, 
To patiently await the coming gain. 

How could I fail in passing those dark spaces. 

Which all must tread, ere opes the heavenly door, 

When Christ, the Lord, our one unfailing way is, 
Bidding us follow where He went before ! 



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How could I fail, in patience waiting 

For triumph in the Lord's own chosen time, 

When He no tittle of His word abating, 
Is sure to bring the victory sublime ! 

And yet, just as the clouds were fairly breaking, 
And God's sweet peace, as gladness after pain, 

England's rejoicing hearts its home was making. 
The darkness settled o'er the land again ! 

But who am I, not to expect disaster. 
And disappointment to a life-long hope? 

The servant cannot >be above the Master, 
And with a thousand ills must always cope. 



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VII. 

To Him who all for truth and heaven barters, 
Disaster, disappointment, what are they 

But prophecies of place among the martyrs, 
Where falsehood cannot take his crown away ? 

Eager for service, I received my mission 
Wherein all that I am has been assailed, 

From Him who lettered out the Great Commission, 
And faithful unto death, I have not failed ! 



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Failure is not a word that should be spoken 
By those who have been signed with the cross ; 

A vow is on them, which must not be broken, 
Or theirs will be unending shame and loss, 

I now am old ; these locks long since were whitened ; 

The prison yet may cheat the waiting flame ; 
But when this heart is of its burden lightened, 

I shall not leave behind a coward's name. 

I shall depart as one whose soul believeth 

Truth is eternal and can never fail ; 
Her kingdom on the earth she never leaveth. 

And her disciples must and will prevail. 



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VIII. 

If God doth bid us wait, there is reason; 

Not as His children counteth He the suns : 
His chosen day is always one in season, 

And through all time His purpose runs. 

Let not His servants fear; in love unfailing, 
Tell out the tender mercies of our God, 

Let judgment speak, let truth grow bold at railing, 
And in the Master's service kiss the rod. 



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This have we done with many self-denials, 

And we have learned long since from man to cease. 

Await we now the greatest of our trials, 
The day of triumph and a time of peace. 

A rabble's sport, time-serving priests' derision. 
We yet are men, our manhood unimpaired, 

Our hearts exalted in celestial vision. 

And for the life that knows no end prepared. 

And through this realm, in blind, wild rage excited. 
And ringing with base victory's fiendish shout, 

A candle in our dying shall be lighted, 

Which, by God's grace, shall never be put out. 



The Candle of Latimer. 



INTRODUCTION TO PART SECOND. 



In April, 1554, Latimer, Cranmer and Ridley, 
were taken from the Tower and conveyed to 
Oxford, to engage in a disputation on the mass 
with the heads of the Universi_ty, and others 
appointed for that purpose. They were soon 
after committed to the Bocardo, the common 
prison, Cranmer to one apartment by himself, 
Latimer and Ridley together to another. 

Latimer, who was nearly eighty years old, on 
account of his infirmities, wrote but little. He 



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passed his time chiefly in reading his New 
Testament, attached to his leather girdle, and in 
prayer, sometimes remaining so long upon his 
knees as to require help in rising. According 
to Foxe he \v.is wont to pray especially for 
these three things : 

That God would give him grace to stand io 
his doctrine till death, that he might pour out 
his blood for the same ; 

That God of His mercy would restore the Gos- 
pel to England again, repeating the words "Once 
again, once again," as if he had seen God 
before him and spoken to Him face to face; 
and also, while he did not omit to pray for 
the Queen, 

That the Princess Elizabeth might become 
a comfort to the then comfortless realm of 
England. 

This occupation was in keeping with his 



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blameless, heroic life in the field where study 
of the Scriptures and prayer bore such abundant 
fruit in his eloquent and effective ministry. Of 
the preachers of the Reformation he occupied 
the first rank. And while the writings of the 
other Reformers, even those of the learned 
Cranmer and scholarly Ridley, are almost for- 
gotten, the sermons of Latimer are still exten- 
sively read, and probably the name of the 
"true apostle of Christ and the English nation," 
will endure as long as the Anglican Church 
itself. 

' Becon, Cranmer's Secretary, who was a student 
at Cambridge in Latimer's time^ says, "There 
is a common saying which remaineth to this 
day; when Master Stafford read and Master 
Latimer preached, then Avas Cambridge blessed." 
Sir Thomas Cheke used to say, "I have an 
ear for other preachers, but I have a heart for 



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Latimer." Sir Richard Morison, his cotemporary, 
asks, "Did there ever a man flourish, I say not 
in England only, but in any nation of the 
world since the apostles, who preached the gos- 
pel more sincerely, purely and honestly than 
Hugh I^atimer, Bishop of Worcester?" 

"An ambassador in bonds," the brave old 
man was not alone. The communion of the 
saints was his, with whom he was constantly 
refreshed in prayer, and to whom, standing "at 
the gates of heaven," he occasionally sent forth 
the consolations of his pen. Above all, he 
missed not communion with the Lord who 
compassed him about, as He did His servant of 
old, with "songs of deliverance." To some 
such songs, containing not a few of the major 
and minor notes of judgment and mercy, 
which so filled his every utterance, Latimer is 
represented as giving voice in the Bocardo. 



The Candle of Latimer. 

PART SECOND. 

See fie — The Bocardo at Oxford. 



"Songs of Deliverance." 



I. 

It is a time when saints become prophetic, 
Grown rich in wisdom of the vanished days, 

And like the olden seers in psalms pathetic, 
Bid troubled Zion on her future gaze. 

There no woe that can our songs imprison. 
Though Judah in captivity was mute; — 

They had not heard the note, '<The Lord has risen," 
That triumph had not burst from harp or lute. 



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Disaster palsies now the tongue no longer, 
When life and immortality are found ; 

Yet palsied tongues and hearts that should be stronger, 
In all the courts of Zion still abound. 

How long, O Lord ! Thy Church in darkness shrouded, 
Uplifts her voice and cries again, How long ! 

Her lamp burns low, the once bright flame is clouded. 
Where is Thine arm that was of old so strong ? 

From darkness comes the light, and strength from weakness. 
Look forth, O Church, and rest thy weary eyes. 

Dost know the Lord who came of old in meekness? 
Behold, behold His ensign in the skies ! 



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II. 

The justice of our God remains forever, 
Forever lingers in the earth His love : 

His smile as sunshine rests on true endeavor, 
On fraud, a blackness as of clouds above. 

Like priest, like people. As of old the order, 
So, also, now in this false hearted day. 

Look Thou, O Lord, upon our foul disorder, 
And take our name, or take our shame away! 



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Day follows day. The foolish see no danger; 

They multiply deceits and add to lies. 
Ah ! they believe in God there is no anger, 

Such tenderness forsooth in yonder skies. 

There is no secret which can long be hidden, 
There is no lie that shall not come to light. 

Thou, Lord, hast all hypocrisies forbidden, 

And will not Thy right hand defend the right? 

Oh bitter woe for those who here dissemble; 

Alas, for age that is not true to youth ! 
Before the Judge shall they at length assemble, 

The Judge who brings forth judgment unto truth. 



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III. 

Thy feet, O Peace, have from the Church departed, 
And they that dwell therein are desolate. 

The new wine mourns, and sigh the merry hearted ; 
The harvest-joy has left our fallen state. 

To other lords have ascribed dominion, 

And judgments of our God are in the land. 

The angel of His love, with folded pinion. 

Doth mourning weeping on our threshold stand. 



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The city that was full is solitary ! 

Jerusalem the beauty of the earth, 
Unto her enemies is tributary, 

And merchandise are they she erst gave birth. 

But hark ! a voice is on the mountain lifted : 
The bitterness of woe shall pass away, 

The clouds shall by the fire of heaven be rifted. 
And mourning fields of Sharon greet the day. 

The sun shall be ashamed, the moon confounded. 
When thou, O Lord, shalt make Thy judgments plain, 

And Zion, where of old Thy love abounded. 
Shall hail the brightness of Thy face again. 



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IV. 

God's purpose runs through all our grief and evil, 

And compensation is not long afar: 
A bitter woe was on the age primeval, 

And in the sky was hung the Morning Star. 

The Man of Sorrows and with grief acquainted. 
Who wore the thorns upon a blameless brow ! 

His triumphs on the dome of heaven are painted, 
Where man's new heart forever reads them now. 



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Neglected one, that dost not know the reason, 
And murmurest to God in faith's eclipse, 

But once believe that He will give in season, 
Thy heart shall glow with an apocalypse. 

But for a moment is thy cause forsaken, 
O thou afflicted and not comforted ; 

The victory shall from thy foes be taken, 
And by an unknown way shalt thou be led. 

The mountains shall depart from their foundation, 
The everlasting hills at length remove; 

The troubled Church of God in her probation. 
Shall never miss the sunshine of His love. 



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V. 

wayward children of our mourning Mother ! 

God's tender love will not forbear to smite. 
He will not give His glory to another, 

And your iniquities will He requite. 

His changeless love in tenderest devices 
Invites the weary to the quiet home, 

Where ceaseless care for every need suffices. 
And wanderers no more desire to roam. 



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But time for grace continues not forever. 
There is an end to all things here below : 

The day comes surely on when no endeavor 
Can take the offers of the long-ago. 

God is a judge, when clouds and darkness cover 
The scorners of His unaccepted light, 

And they who here refused Him as Lover, 
Are left in that interminable night ! 

O weeping children of our mourning Mother ! 

Ye well may weep and in your tears rejoice : 
God will not give His glory to another, 

And tender mercy still uplifts her voice. 



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VI. 

Gird on your armor, children of the Highest, 
Go forth to battle, win the deathless name. 

Alas, O soul, if from the fight thou fliest, 
The lot for thee is everlasting shame ! 

The world is but the field of your probation. 
There is no joy for him who is not tried ; 

There is no blessed triumph for the nation 
That is not in some trouble sanctified. 



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The "Jubilate" chant when weak and weary, 
And magnify His name who led the way, 

And showed beyond the mists and darkness dreary, 
The fadeless light of an eternal day. 

Fight on ! fight on ! and gain the hidden manna, 
Knowing all things together work for good ; 

And when at Christ's return, ye shout Hosanna ! 
The things of time shall all be understood. 

Gird on your armour, children of the Highest ! 

Before you for the winning is renown. 
Shame ! shame ! O soul, if from the fight thou fliest, 

There is for thee no everlasting crown. 



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VII. 

Break up your fallow ground, O Sons of Aaron, 
And make your fruitless hearts a garden fair; 

Again therein shall bloom the Rose of Sharon, 
And pour its sweetness with your matin-prayer. 

Behold, the Lord provideth for the raven, 
And giveth understanding to the heart ; 

But when His children thankless grow and craven. 
He bids the angels of His grace depart. 



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Oh, would ye bring them back? Be up and telling 
The love of God, the beauty of the cross, 

Unto immortal souls in darkness dwelling. 

Giving them precious gold who have but dross 1 

Give others what the Lord to you has given, 
Whose lives are ever hid with Christ in God, 

Oh guides, exemplars on the path to Heaven, 
And flowers shall spring where'er your feet have trod ! 

Break up the fallow ground, O House of Aaron, 
And make the fields of Zion fertile grow ; 

Again therein shall bloom the Rose of Sharon, 
Till all the hearts of men its fragrance know. 



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VIII. 

Awake! Awake! Put on thy strength, O Zion, 
Look forth and catch the glory in the sky : 

A light beyond the brightness of Orion, 
Forevermore commands the watching eye. 

How does the prophecy of Christ's advancing, 
Throb on the earth and pulsate in the air, 

Smite the strong soul with gladness and with trancing. 
And nerve thee for the wrestling of thy prayer ! 



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Long has it been, thine agony of trial, 

But time is on the march when it shall cease : 

God's finger points the end upon the dial, 
Angels and men uplift the song of peace. 

There is no more an unavailing sorrow ; 

A Child is born to take all sins away. 
The darkness of thy grief may pass to-morrow. 

Pray for the triumph of the morning, pray. 

Awake 1 Awake ! Put on thy strength, O Zion, 
Look forth and catch the glory in the east ; 

Within thy walls no more shall rage the lion, 
No more thy children fail to keep the feast. 



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IX. 

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the Golden, 

City of rest where saints abide with God, 

That wast by John in Patmos once beholden, 
Soon will thy happy streets by us be trod. 

Jerusalem, a quiet habitation, 

Men may not always know beneath the skies ; 
Sin works its trouble here and desolation, 

And yonder must we rest our weary eyes. 

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For care and sorrow are not everlasting ; 

Eternal good shall from our trouble grow : 
Forever some new joy for us forecasting, 

God leads us by a way we do not know. 

A few more days for waiting and for toiling, 

A few more nights in which to cry, How long ! 

And there shall be an end of sin and soiling. 
An end of matin-prayer and even-song. 

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the Golden, 

Whose gates look North and South, and East and West, 
At length no longer as by faith beholden. 

Shall welcome us to her eternal rest. 



The Candle of Latimer. 



INTRODUCTION TO PART THIRD. 



On the 30th of September, 1555, the two 
companions in captivity were brought before 
the Commissioners appointed by the Pope to 
examine and condemn them. 

Latimer appeared in their presence, as described 
by Foxe, holding "his hat in his hand, having 
a 'kerchief on his head * * * wearing an old 
thread-bare Bristol frieze gown, girded to his 
body with a penny leathern girdle, at which 
his Testament hung by a string of leather, his 



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spectacles, without case, depending about his 
neck upon his breast." 

Far ahead of his cotemporaries in that 
knowledge which maketh "rich toward God," 
though not well versed in some of the learning 
which had been revived since the days of his 
early manhood, " the one man in England 
whose conduct," says Froude, the historian, 
"was perhaps absolutely straightforward, up- 
right, untainted with alloy of base matter," his 
accusers charged him with a want of learning. 
His reply is a fair specimen of that ready elo- 
quence which scintilates in all his sermons: 

" Lo, you look for learning at my hands, 
who have been so long to the school of oblivion, 
making the bare walls my library ; keeping me 
so long in prison without book or pen, and 
now you let me loose to answer to articles ! 
You deal with me as though two were appointed 



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to fight for life and death ; and over night 
the one through friends and favor is cherished 
and hath good counsel given him how to en- 
counter with his enemy; the other, for envy or 
lack of friends, all the whole night through is 
set in the stocks. In the morning when they 
shall meet, the one is in strength and lusty ; the 
other stark of his limbs and almost dead for 
feebleness. Think you that to run this man 
through with a spear is a goodly victory?" 

At the end of the farce of their condemna- 
tion, they were handed over to the civil authori- 
ties, Latimer into the hands of the Mayor, and 
Ridley to the charge of the Sheriff, where they 
were respectively kept till the i6th of October — 
a day at once the shame and glory of England. 

On the morning of that day, their commu- 
nion was renewed at the place of burning, in 
front of Balliol College, Oxford. A rabble was 



54 THE CANDLE OF LATIMER. 

there ; many Priests and high Ecclesiastics were 
there ; and there was the mockery of a sermon 
by one of their number. 

The two Bishops, one with the weight of 
four-score years upon him, the other in the 
vigor of manhood, for the last time kneeled 
down and prayed. For the last time they 
talked together. The words of that conversation 
we know not. It is not hard to presume 
what they were, especially on the part of 
Latimer, in whose soul there was so much of 
that light which is perfect in the presence of 
God and the Lamb. It is reasonable to believe 
that they pertained to the vindication of the good 
providence of God, on which he looked " as 
with illumined eyes." The third part of the 
monologue gathers up the glory of that last 
season of communion on earth, with the un- 
dying splendor of the moment of his departure. 



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They took their places at the stake. The 
bohs of the chains that bound them were driven 
fast. There, as the faggots began to burn, Lati- 
mer pronounced the memorable words: "Be of 
good comfort Master Ridley, and play the man; 
we shall this day light such a candle, by God's 
grace, in England, as I trust shall never be 
put out." Then in the "chariot of fire," 
passed he from the earth with the cry : " O 
Father of Heaven, receive my soul!" 



The Candle of Latimer. 

PART THIRD. 
Scetie — The place of burning in front of Bahiol Co/lei^e. 



"A chariot of" fire** My father! my father!" 



I. 

Men, it is said, when peaceful death approaches, 
Sometimes look forth as with illumined eyes : 

The conscience is at rest, with no reproaches. 
And blessedness drops from the opened skies. 

And it is true ; I cease thereat to wonder ; 

For when I think upon the chariot-flame 
Which is triumphantly to bear us yonder, 

I have experience I cannot name. 



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As looking forward to His sure returning, 

Whom I have served for many and many a year, 

To satisfy my unutterable yearning, 

To see Him as He is, I have no fear ; 

So, looking back upon a life of sorrow 

And joy, in which all contradictions met, 

So ignorant and vexed about the morrow, 

Ridley, I have no feeling of regret. 

The view is beautiful in each direction; 

On either hand the beauty is d-ivine. 
The bright and unmistakable reflection 

Of Him who was, and is, and will be mine. 



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II. 

There is a song — the saints in heaven sing it — 
Which in this round of toils that never cease, 

Enters the heart, whatever pain may bring it, 
Laden with patience and with blessed peace. 

What soul has heard it not, knows not its losses. 
Nor can it know the secret of the gain 

Which only comes to men from bearing crosses 
With all their weight of agony and pain. 



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The mighty ones and true of all the ages, 

For whose brave lives the world has better grown, 

Prophets and priests and holy men and sages. 
The lofty music of that song have known. 

And who may tell the strength and consolation, 
Which from a sense of God's unfailing care, 

Flow through the wilderness of our vocation. 
Making it bud and blossom everywhere ? 

O Ridley, loving God, dost thou need wonder 
How in the blessed hush of all complaints, 

In looking back, they lift their voices yonder, 

Thy ways are just and true, Thou King of saints ? 



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III. 

3nly through toil and pain and tribulation 
The blessed things of heaven and earth are won, 

iVhat time the man grows less in his probation, 
And God is more with each successive sun. 

\.nd shall the dream of life, the quenchless yearning 
For something which is yet beyond control, 

rhe flame within the breast forever burning, 
Not leap to action and exalt the soul ? — 



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Surmount all barriers to brave endeavor, 
Make for itself a way where it would go, 

And flash the crown of ecstacy forever, 

Which only laborers with God may know? 

In action there is joy which is no fiction, 
The hope of something as in faith begun, 

God's sweet and everlasting benediction. 
The flush of victory, and labor done ! 

Labor puts the livery of greatness, 

While genius, idle, withers from the sight. 

And in its triumph takes no note of lateness. 
For time exists not in eternal light. 



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IV. 

What though the triumph of thy fond forecasting 
Lingers till earth is fading from thy sight ? 

Thy part with Him whose arms are everlasting, 
Is not forsaken in a hopeless night. 

Paul was begotten in the death of Stephen; 

Fruitful through time shall be that precious blood 
No morning yet has ever worn to even 

And missed the glory of its crimson flood. 



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There is a need of all the blood of martyrs, 

Forevermore the eloquence of God ; 
And there is need of him who never barters 

His patience in that desert way the Master trod. 

What mean the strange, hard words, "through tribulation," 
O Man of Sorrows, only Thou canst tell. 

And such as in Thy life's humiliation, 

Have oft been with Thee, ay, have known Thee well. 

The failures of the world are God's successes, 
Although their coming be akin to pain ; 

And frowns of Providence are but caresses, 
Prophetic of the rest sought long in vain. 



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Thou mayest know the Lord himself doth guide thee, 
Hast thou but eyes to see and ears to hear, 

And though hard, cruel things sometimes betide thee, 
A loving, outstretched hand is always near. 

Lo ! when from cloud to cloud the lightning flashes. 

What time the storm is plunging through the air, 

And in commingling peals the thunder crashes, 

Needeth the heart be told that God is there? 

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What though the venerable oak be broken, 
And ruthless floods sweep down the mountain side ? 

Ruin is not, perforce, of wrath the token. 
Nor doth stern vengeance on the torrent ride. 

Anger and punishment have here no places ; 

Severity and tenderness combine, 
And lo ! descending with celestial graces. 

Proclaim that healing only is divine. 

In heaven and earth there is but one Physician, 
And though ofttimes He addeth unto pain, 

Like discords in the strains of a great musician, 
His acts are but the harbinger of gain. 



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VI. 

Looks with rebuke the King upon complaining, 

For unto Him obedience is due ; 
And as a father He forecasts the training, 

To make His children strong and brave and true. 

I will not vex His ears with my repining; 

But I will ask Him what for me is best, 
Till of His will I see the blessed shining 

What time my heart is lifted to its rest. 



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Patience ! let Him work on, the great Refiner ! 

How vast the, work no eyes but His descry. 
Patience ! of this strange heart, the one Diviner, 

His burning look doth pierce and purify. 

Courage ! and when the day is at the darkest ! 

Courage ! till foes aweary shall despair. 
And thou, who to celestial voices harkest, 

Shalt see the watching skies grow clear and fair, 

Until old things forever passing. 

Shall hold the panting heart no more in thrall, 
And heaven and earth renewed, before thee massing 

Their glorious things, shall hence be all in all. 



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VII. 

Amid my prayers there is a rush of voices 
From out the silence of the coming years. 

God ! God ! how this uplifted heart rejoices 
What time the music falls upon my ears ! 

Have I not prayed, have I not toiled and waited 
For some true glimmer of the better day ? 

Have I not yearned for holiness, and hated 
Whatever seemed to push that time away ? 



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Now is the travail of my soul rewarded ! 

Some vision of the blessed day is mine : 
The triumphs of the Church are all recorded 

Upon the tablets of the Will Divine. 

No longer into warring hosts dividing, 

In Zion all the saints shall find one home, 

For judgment in the living God confiding, 

With prayer as from one heart, Thy Kingdom Come ! 

Come ! Come ! that is the end of all my praying, 
Which has no echo of the world's complaints. 

Lord Jesus, come ! and, with no more delaying, 
Uplift me to my place among the saints. 



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VIII. 

Death is not death ! I catch the inspiration 
Of life — a Hfe that is not wholly new — 

And hear that blessed song's reverberation 
Which in the silence of the world I knew. 

O song of rest ! — earth-notes it has no longer — 
Where God is both beginning and the end, 

Where love of Him is ever growing stronger, 
And praise^ and service always interblend ! 



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That is enough while here to know of Heaven, 
Enough, enough for me to know when there; 

Of what God gave account shall now be given, 
And long ago I heard the voice. Prepare ! 

One moment more of earth and all is over. 

Ridley, companion of my later years, 
Play thou the man, and let the world discover 

Thou hast no kindred in ignoble fears. 

Long has it been our new-born life to handle 
God's Word, and put the hosts of hell to rout; 

And now triumphant death shall light a candle. 
The glory of whose flame shall not go out. 



The Candle of Latimer, 

CONCLUSION. 



"From henceforth, blessed are the dead who die in the 
Lord 5 for they rest from their labors." 



I. 

Behold with seer's eyes a battle raging 
In yonder sky from morning until night, 

The sun, the clouds, a serried host, engaging, 
That old, old strife of darkness and the light. 

Servant of God, the sun, he never pauses. 

Although the phalanx of the clouds obscure 
His face to eyes below, unharmed his cause is. 

His glory beams above all bright and pure. 



74 THE CANDLE OF LATIMER. 

He shines, shines on, and through the darkness burning, 
Forces his way to the expectant earth ; 

Lo, as it bursts, his triumj^h of returning. 
Nature the more rejoices in his worth. 

And when the heart-beats of the day are over. 
How does the monarch at the battle's close, 

With all the glory of his triumph cover 
The clouds, and sink to beautiful repose 1 

So fought with evil here, so entered 

The most heroic soul that England knows, 

The realm of rest to which his thoughts all centered ; 
So on the world his splendor still he throws. 



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II. 

Let it burn on, forever on, the candle 

Of that brave death and strong heroic life. 

To cheer unnumbered souls, what time they handle 
Their weapons, girded for the world's great strife ! 

How it has shone through years more than three hundred, 
What time so many storms have swept the sky. 

And cannon of the world have flashed and thundered. 
Whom it has cheered and blest, is known on high. 



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And it is also somewhere known how, yearning 

To serve the Master, one in this far day- 
Has toiled to found a school of Christian learning, 
Called by a name that will not fade away ; 

Wherein that blessed flame, fed by the Morning 
Star with the faith of Paul, the love of John, 

Cheerful, imperishable, all-adorning, 

To God's grand triumphs might lead many on. 

Forever be it kept alight, the candle 

Of that brave death and strong heroic life, 

To cheer, when we are gone, the souls that handle 
Their weapons, girded for the world's great strife. 

Conversion of St. Paul, 
January 25, 1875. 



The Daughter of Zion 



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FROM ONE OF HER CHILDREN. 



^0 one uthose love has long 
Been both my stijength and song. 



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The Daughter of Zion. 



I. 

INTRODUCTION. 

This part of my little book is so unmistakably 
a child of Providence — all things indeed are 
providential — that I think its history ought to 
be written. I will here give two or three little 
chapters, and add the rest as place requires. 

When I finished "The Candle of Latimer," 
on the day we commemorate the conversion of 
Saint Paul-— a fitting time to end a poem so 
full of the modern Paul — my intention was to 
publish with it a few miscellaneous poems, keep- 



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ing the volume within one hundred pages. 
With this intent I made arrangements for print- 
ing, and on the evening of the day mentioned 
I placed in the hands of the compositor, the 
introduction to part first, supposing that the 
work of transcribing the poem, writing the two 
remaining introductory parts, and correcting 
proof, would fully occupy me during the five or 
six days required for the passage through the 
press. 

A member of the firm who had in charge the 
printing, was, through the death of a very dear 
friend, prevented from attending to certain ne- 
cessary preliminaries, which caused a delay of 
some two days. And while he was in the depths 
from whence " De Profundis" rose from a sorely 
afflicted heart, I was caught up to the heights 
from whence my "Jubilate" ascended to God 
over the conception of "The Daughter of 



DAUGHTER OF ZION. 81 

Zion." Such are the intricacies of Divine 
Providence : one up, another down ; the fall of 
one, the rise of another, and all continually 

changing places; for, by and by, Col. N 

will be on the heights, and I in the depths. 
True to Providence that fashions us so much 
better than we dream, we shall at last gain the 
heights forever. 

I at once proceeded to work out the " Neck- 
lace " with the feeling, to use the words of 
Paul without irreverence, "that neither death 
nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor 
powers, nor things present, nor things to come, 
nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature," 
could separate me from my work of love. And 
between the conversion of Saint Paul, January 25th 
and February 2d, the day we commemorate the 
presentation of Christ in the Temple, commonly 
called the purification of Saint Mary the Virgin, 



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and a part of the day following, it was all 
composed, with the exception of a little more 
than two hundred lines written in former years, 
and these were altered to suit the new purpose; 
besides the performance of a great amount of 
drudgery already referred to. 

Providence again interposed and exhibited the 
"wheel within a wheel" which our blindness 
so often fails to discover. The fashioning hand 
of Providence in what I am now minded to 
relate, the reader will see as he turns the leaves, 
by and by. 

Before I left home January 13th, for Philadelphia, 
where I now write, I decided to close my 
school February 2d, — the day this book comes to 
its birth (Providence again)— and not open it 
again till such time as I could take charge of 
it in person. This was a sore disappointment 
to a lady who had been a teacher with me for 



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nearly two years. Her heart was in the school, 
and its close was a sort of failure that was very 
bitter to her soul. 

Concerning this daughter of Zion, in purity 
and genuineness fit to be the bride of a king, 
came a whisper in two of my letters from home, 
which verified a secret prophesy I had long 
indulged. 

I at once sat down — I was then in the rapture 
of the "Necklace" — and wrote her as follows: 

"My Priscilla: 

You doubtless remember what I said 
to you about Providence, when I bade you 
good-bye in the corridor of Latimer. 

Ominous hints have come to me from two 
sources, though as yet no definite information, 
which remind me of a conversation I had last 
summer with a certain clergyman living in the 
Occident, concerning a certain lady living in the 



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orient, well known to us both. He observed that 
she was highly fitted in many ways to adorn a 
clerical household, not very far from his own, 
(mentioning the place and name^, and then won- 
dered how he could drop some hint that might 
bring about an alliance so desirable. The ques- 
tion was in my heart, though I was not saucy 
enough to ask it, "Why don't you speak for 
yourself, John? " 

Ay, Providence works for us better than we 
know. 

The failures of the world are God's successes. 
Although their coming be akin to pain j 

And frowns of Providence are but caresses, 
Prophetic of the rest sought long in vain. 

Such has long been my philosophy, and it 
has never yet failed me. I opine that you also 
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God bless you "and yours is the prayer of 
your sincere friend, 

p. S. — I think of trying my hand on an 
Epithalamium. 

Have I spelled the word right?" 

The next day, while I was still engaged on 
the parts of my poem, neglecting important 
things whose accusing voice was ringing in my 
ears — "I couldn't help it" — positive information 
came that "John" — a dear friend of mine who 
has long adorned the Church — "had spoken for 
himself." "O John and Priscilla ! " I don't 
mind that "John" is the old fellow this time, 
for I know his heart is young. " O John 
and Priscilla," I said, "had I a glass of wine 
at hand — I do want one, though I can't spare 
the money to buy it, for fear I might have 
to go without my breakfast — had I a glass of 



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wine at hand I would say, Your health and your 
family's; may you live long and prosper!" 

I heard that toast some time ago in a Theatre. 
My friends know I am an optimist, recog- 
nizing and seeking good wherever I can find it, 
always inclined to look on the bright side of 
the "stuff," like the author of an essay I read 
a few weeks since. 

Well, viy "Daughter of Zion," as the reader 
will see still more clearly, by and by, is also a 
child of Providence. 

Of the Song of songs, which is Solomon's, 
to which I am indebted for the conception of 
several of these poems, and for suggestions in 
respect to nearly all, I must say a word. 
The old Fathers were right beyond all question, 
in beholding in the royal lover and his ebony 
mistress, Christ and the Church. They have 
in their favor the verdict of all who have ever 



DAUGHTER OF ZION. 87 

known the love of a mate, the love of our 
fellows, and above all the love of God. How 
do we climb to divine things except through 
the human ? 

The love of a mate, though at first with 
little conscious recognition of the Divine, is sure 
to strengthen with increasing years, unless it is 
quenched by selfish pursuits, and what time it 
learns how unsatisfying is all the world has to 
offer, to make its way through the twilight, 
until it becomes illuminated with the view of 
God. . ' 

They who see nothing in the Song of Solomon, 
except a sentimental love ditty, have not learned 
the alphabet of their own souls ; much less have 
they caught a single flash of light from the 
Alpha and Omega of God. 

The Song of the wise King of Israel, as well 
as all other parts of Holy Scripture, reveals to 



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me Divine Providence, towering far above what 
I discover in any other production, and that 
is enough for me. God's Providence is indeed 
in all history, but it flashes forth with such 
pure, eternal light from the Bible as to make 
it forever the book of books. 



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II. 

Prologue. 
I. 

O Daughter of Zion, 

When proudly Orion 

Illumines the East, 

Then one that is least 

Of the children of God 

Who His Kingdom have trod, 

Is thinking of thee, 

And what is to be 

In that beautiful time 

When the world grows sublime. 



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O Daughter of Zion, 
When proudly Orion 
Ilhimines the West, 
Then one I love best 
Of the children of God 
Who His Kingdom have trod, 
Is a light in my heart 
That has found the good part 
Which shall not for aye 
Be taken away. 



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III. 

Introduction. 



LUX VJRGINIS. 



This poem, written, nearly as it is here, 
fifteen years ago, under the name " Pursuit of 
the Ideal," served its purpose on "Commence- 
ment Day" with such eclat that many manu- 
script copies of it were solicited by Regents, 
Professors, Fellow Students and others. 

As I write, the face of the great Chancellor 
is before me, with all its old dignity and benevo- 
lence. I should do wrong did I not say here 
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my father in God. For whatever love I may- 
have for a lofty divine ideal, I am largely in- 
debted to him. O Body Corporate, that didst 
dethrone him from the place where he was 
doing God's work and drive him an exile to a 
foreign land, "The Lord rebuke thee!" I will 
add what Michael did not — The Lord forgive 
thee ! I hope sometime to have grace to do 
so. Pardonnez, Messieurs. It is the "old in- 
dignation" which I fear will be strong in death. 
After awhile I made a fair copy of my little 
poem, and sent it to "The Young Folks," 
being careful to enclose a stamp or two. It 
came back with the verdict — it was Gail Ham- 
ilton's pen that wrote it — " Too old by twenty 
years." I had a notion there Avas a good deal 
of youth in it. As I look back and reflect, I 
am disposed to think that prim lady was never 
in love, and did not consider that there are 



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many old young folks and young old folks. 
But Providence, you see, was reserving it for a 
better purpose at a more fitting time. 

After a seasoning of fifteen years, Horace 
mentioned but mine, I bring it forth from 
the pigeon hole, or rather from my memory 
which it had never left, and since I have no 
disposition to burn it, I send it forth in print 
with some confidence. 

Pursuit of the Ideal ! What is it but the 
rainbow-chase of boyhood ? Keep on, valiant 
heart, and thou shalt at length reach the 
presence of Him who placed His bow in the 
clouds, and around whose Throne the rainbow 
is "in sight like unto an emerald." 

O Virgin Light, with never a mote ! it is the 
day-star of an ardent heart which leads the 
possessor on, through all the rebuffs of fortune, 
through all the changes of the world — in pov- 



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erty or riches, in obscurity or prominence — 
warning him away from everything that is low 
and mean, chiding him whenever he sinks into 
indolence, cheering him on whenever he puts 
forth his strength for a noble purpose; until at 
last he comes to recognize the flashes of the 
shining face, as the light of God. 



IV. 

Lux VIRGINIS. 



" Fair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible 
as an army with banners." 



I adore an airy maiden, 

And I bless her night and day : 
Night and day where'er I wander, 

She is ever on my way. 

Tender maiden, watchful maiden, 
Friend to me she is alway, 

And with countenance angelic 
All my baser thoughts doth fray. 



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Now she chides me and she guides me, 

If by chance I go astray : 
Then she scorns and she warns me, 

If to rest my head I lay. 

Purer than the virgin dew-drops, 
And more beautiful than they. 

Clothed she is in lily-meekness 
And a youth forever May. 

Who would not rejoice to woo her^ 
Who is clad in such array? 

Who would not rejoice to win her. 
Who may never know decay ? 

Fairer maiden, rarer maiden. 

Poet never may portray ; 
Purer maiden, truer maiden, 

Never dwelt in mortal clay. 



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And such charms she always weareth, 

And so modest to display ! 
Oh my airy, fairy maiden 

Over me hath perfect sway ! 

Should King Oberon, the Fairy, 
Haply from his kingdom stray, 

And be questioned if he love her, 
He could never answer nay ; 

Such his eager heart to woo her, 

And her to his realm convey, 
Where her beauty would enthrone her 

Queen of every elf and fay. 

Oh, her smile to me is better 

Than the vintage of Tokay ; 
Better hours when I behold her 

Than are ages of Cathay. 



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But, ah me ! she is so coyish — 
And I always hate delay — 

Oft my heart grows dark within me, 
Void of hope's celestial ray. 

For when I would fain embrace her, 
Blushingly she flits away. 

Darting, glancing like the sunbeams. 
As if mocking my dismay; 

Leaving me, and then returning, 
Like the sunlight in the spray ; 

And my soul is half distracted 
With such Tantalus-survey. 

Why will not the cruel maiden 
Once my beauty-thirst allay? 

Doth she stoop at last vengeance, 
Dooming me a castaway? 



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Airy maiden, fairy maiden, 

Do not keep me thus at bay ; 

Linger yet a little, maiden ; 
Maiden, yet a little stay. 

Ah, she will not deign to listen, 

Though I sue and I inveigh ; 
Ah, she will not deign to listen, 

Doth she then my love repay ? 

If I ask her if she love me, 

Blushing she will nothing say, 
Nothing answer to convince me, 

Nothing, neither nay nor yea. 

But retreating, softly fleeting. 

Like a rainbow heavenly gay. 
She doth call me, she doth call me. 

And I cannot but obey. 



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And as bold and eager-hearted 
As a school-boy who at play, 

Bright-hued butterflies is chasing 
O'er the fragrant new mown hay, 

Vexed, successless, yet determined 
On the capture of his prey. 

Which allures him and eludes him, 
Follow softly as he may; 

I pursue my airy maiden 

From the morning twilight grey. 
Till the mists of evening gather. 

And no conquest doth defray 

All my yearnings and my heart-beats. 
For she every art doth slay. 

Yet with new and light endeavor, 
To allure her I essay, 



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Purposing no base inaction 

And sluggard's welaway, 
Till I touch the happy altar, 

Crowned on with the fadeless bay. 

And I think my heart grows better, 
And I count not what I pay 

For the airy chase and earthly 
Where she seemeth to betray ; 

For I feel if here I never 
Win my maiden, as I pray, 

I shall in yon sphere eternal 
Fold her in my arms for aye ; 

Where the splendor of the virgin 
Satisfies the heart straightway, 

And the rhyme that never changes, 
Fringes the Celestial Lay. 



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V. 

Introduction. 



INTO HIS CHAMBERS. 

Written at the season of Confirmation, pub- 
lished with so many errors as to cure me of all 
ambition for periodicals ; found afterward in an 
Eastern paper under the title "Wicket Gate" — 
a whole commentary which the unknown "friend" 
who put a name to it that was not mine, has 
saved me the trouble of writing, this poem is 
properly placed as nearest neighbor to " Lux 
Virginis;" for such is its position in psycho- 
logical history. 



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Whither does the pursuit of a lofty ideal lead, 
save "Into His Chambers," where His love is 
"better than wine?" 

I mind me of the words of Cardinal Wolsey : 
"Cromwell, I charge thee fling away ambition; 
By that sin fell the angels ; how can man then, 
The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ? 
Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee ; 
Corruption wins not more than honesty. 
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, 
To silence envious tongues. Be just and fear not : 
Let all the ends thou almest at be thy country's, 
Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, 
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr ! 

O Cromwell, Cromwell ! 
Had I but served my God with half the zeal 
I served my King, He would not in mine age 
Have left me naked to mine enemies ! " 



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VI. 

Into His Chambers. 



" Thy love is better than wine." 



I approached the lordly chambers, 
Which arose at God's command, 

More majestic than all temples, 
Poets find in fairy land. 

I approached the lofty chambers, 

Which for man are filled with good, 

And with awe and fear upon me 
At the sacred threshold stood. 



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" Oh for strength ! and oh for courage ! 

Was my spirit's silent prayer, 
While the shifting light and darkness 

Saw me standing lonely there ; 

Saw me standing, saw me waiting, 
In the aweful shadow there. 

Till as clouds my fears departing, 
Faded in the viewless air. 

Then it was no longer doubting, 
That I sealed the happy choice ; 

And a coward tongue unloosing. 
Echoed then a fearless voice : 

I will pass the golden portals 
And explore each secret part. 

For I long to find a solace 
For thy yearning, aching heart. 



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Then I issued from the darkness, 

I so long a plodding fool, 
And the King in mercy led me 

Trough the open vestibule ; 

And I passed the golden portals 
Which I ne'er had passed before, 

Entered then the lofty chambers 
Where is love forever more. 

And the music of low voices 

Floating cheerily to me, 
Added knowledge unto knowledge 

Touching immortality. 

And I felt my spirit glowing. 

Joyous in its new-born power. 
As a bud which in its blowing 

Fee)s itself at last a flower. 



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Lord, defend Thou me, Thy servant, 
With Thine everlasting grace. 

Till I in Thy chambers yonder, 
Hail the brightness of Thy face. 

Thine be all the praise and glory 

Which through Christ I bring to men ! 

Mine be but to tell His story, 
Till I breathe my last Amen ! 



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VII. 

Introduction. 



MY BEAUTIFUL PLANT. 

I come now to the last of a trinity of poems, 
written at a time when there was for me a 
glory in the sun, a glory in the moon and 
stars, a glory far up beyond them all, a glory 
through all the earth, ay, and a glory in my 
heart, which remaineth yet, and which I hope 
to bear with me when I go hence, where noth- 
ing but the beautiful and glorious are known. 

I have changed them all a little. To "Lux 
Virginis" I have added two verses, the tenth 
and the last, and brushed others up a little. To 
"Into His Chambers " I have annexed the last two 



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verses, and introduced the figure of ''Chambers" 
in place of "Temple;" the line "Then the 
King in mercy led me" is new. Into "My 
Beautiful Plant," the first and last parts of which 
were written in an album, I have interpolated 
four verses, from the fifth to the eighth inclu- 
sive. In respect to all three of the poems, 
the diamond was in them. I have only polished 
it a little. As I look them over, I find that 
I wrote "better than I knew;" and the reason 
is, I wrote my heart. 

O young man, climb to the mountains Avhich 
know the sunshine of God ; go to the forests 
where the singing birds warble His praise ; take 
thy way to the fields clothed in the garments 
of His beauty, and cease not thy search till thou 
find the "Beautiful Plant" 

Which grows in the garden of the fairest soul. 
Whose sweetness will go with thee over the goal. 



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VIII. 

My Beautiful Plant. 



" The rose of Sharon and the lily of the valley." 



Of all the wonderful plants that grow 
On mountain, in forest an(| field, 

There are verily none of which I know 
Whose generous blossoms yield 

One-half the fragrance, one-half so sweet, 

As the Beautiful Plant that I daily meet. 

It blooms the first in the vernal time. 
And gay at the coming of June ; 

It ever outlives the Summer's prime ; 
And when the Autumn-winds tune 

Their organs to play the dirge of death, 

It scorneth and shunneth their blasting breath. 



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When Nature at length is in burial array, 
Her children all gone to the tomb, 

Will it ever know that wickedest day 
When it shall be out of its bloom ? 

Oh, no; for every to-morrow doth bring 

To my Beautiful Plant the return of Spring. 

It drinketh the wine from the cup of morn, 

And trembles with rare delight ; 
And the loving stars at even born 

Look down from their homes of light, 
And unto my heart forever say. 
Thou hast the beauty that lives for aye. 

And when I go forth to the strife of the world. 

And join the hurry and din, 
With banners of light in my soul unfurled, 

I forget not that men are kin, 
Throughout the one great household of God, 
Awake on earth or asleep in the sod. 



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The present, the past, and the future are mine, 

And I am no longer my own : 
All things I behold in the light divine. 

Where nothing is ever alone, 
And beauty flows forth unto eager eyes 
Surveying the earth or piercing the skies. 

I cannot in isolation move 

When I catch the glory of all 
That is meant by Universal Love, 

To push from the heart the wall 
Which is builded of hate and fear and doubt. 
And fences immortal companions out. 

My Beautiful Plant, athrough my heart 

Diffuses such glory and cheer, 
I would never more from the garden depart 

Where it blossoms through all the year, 
And daily, I think, becomes more fair, 
Receiving the kisses of purer air. 

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Oh who does not nourish so holy a thing 

Is the poorest and vilest of all ! 
Though he live unchallenged a very king, 

And a world respond to his call. 
Ah, such, I fear, when the earth is behind, 
The garden immortal will never find ; 

For this plant is akin to the Tree of Life, 

Blossoming under its shade. 
And serving to sweeten the toil and strife 

Which the Tempter for us has made, 
Until at last we climb by its power 
So high as to pluck the heavenly dower. 

And then in truth of such wondrous worth. 

Its roots so deep in the soul, 
That when we are weary and done with the earth, 

It will go with us over the goal ; 
And there at length in its native clime 
It will reach with its kindred a growth sublime. 



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IX. 

Introduction. 



TWELVE BEADS. 



Of these "Twelve Beads," it is only neces- 
sary to say that most of them were suggested 
by passages in the Song of Solomon, the con- 
cection with which the reader will easily make 
out. I wish I could lend him my spectacles, 
that he might see all the glory there. 

Number eleven was written some years ago 
during a time of complication, and after I had 
clambered up to the region where the sun looks 
with unconcern upon the clouds below him, and 



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where I viewed with almost equal composure the 
trouble beneath me. 

" A lie that is all a He can be met and fought with 

outright : 
A lie that is half a lie is a harder thing to fight." 

When the time came to explain the "half a 
lie" that had taken posession of a venerable 
man, to whom be peace, the Star was in my 
heart leaving no room for darkness and doubt. 

Since the last paragraph was put in type, I 
have received from home something relating to 
the "half a lie" spoken of above, which I 
must here insert. My little daughter, twelve 
years old, writes as follows : 

"I suppose, papa, you have heard the good 
news of the church, that the Supreme Court 
has reversed the decision of the other courts, 
and all the church rejoices." 



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Before I left home, Mr. R gs, the able 

attorney who acted for the Vestry, showed me 
some parts of the argument he proposed to sub- 
mit before the full bench at the State Capitol. 
One passage, as near as I can remember, was as 
follows: 

"The position of the defendant in error is 
not unlike that of Ananias. That member of the 
Apostolic Church sold a possession and brought 
part of the price thereof and laid it at the 
Apostle's feet, as if it were the whole. Of his 
sin and condemnation I need not speak," 

"This defendant was liberal in his way to- 
ward the church he appeared to love, knd for his 
good works he received great praise from his bishop 
and others. But the suit which he brought in 
the lower courts, supported by testimony I will 
not stop to characterize, shows conclusively that 
he 'kept back part of the price;' certainly, 



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if the thought was not in his heart at the time, 
it has since taken root there, all too plainly." 

"If the Master was severe toward those who 
used the House of God for worldly purposes, 
what shall be said of the man, who in order 
to recover ' part of the price * kept back in 
his heart, seizes upon the Temple itself?" 

O little flock, with whom I have gone in and 
out for ten years, your joy is mine. God is good. 

Number twelve was written last fall, in Cooper 
Institute, where, of a Sunday afternoon, I found the 
quoted words in the poems of the old bachelor, 
Herrick. When it was sent home, the part 
about the "patient face" was repudiated. I keep 
it in, however, for you see I have my way some 
times. I was "begging" for Latimer Hall. 
Gentlemanly creditors, I am in your interest, 
"Until the day break and the shadows flee 
away. ' ' 



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X. 

Twelve Beads. 



" My beloved is mine and I am his." 



I. 

daughters of Jerusalem, 

I charge you not to wake my love ; 
Touch not, I pray, his garment's hem 
What time I watch his couch above. 

For he is precious in my sight, 
The care and solace of my heart ; 

1 would not lose his blessed light, 
I will not from his side depart. 



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Have ye no love and tender care, 

daughters of Jerusalem? 
How do ye hope to yonder wear 

The glory of a diadem? 

I travel on the heavenward way, 

1 flash my beauty through the earth, 
My love is with me night and day, 

I share the splendor of his worth. 

And in the shining realm above, 

When all the toils of earth are o'er, 

I still shall know a tender love 
To bless me there forevermore. 

2. 

Behold, when my beloved's voice 
Adown the mountain comes to me. 

How does my listning heart rejoice. 
The shadows of my bosom flee ! 



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He Cometh skipping on the hills, 
His steps are in the valley found, 

The field, the wood, his presence fills, 
All places with his joy abound. 

I catch his music in the sun. 

At night I hear him in the stars I 

Voices of my beloved run 

Like major notes amid the bars. 

Oh put the garments of his beauty on, 
My soul, that dost such glory know ! 

Where my beloved's face has shone 
There is no more the base and low. 

I flash my beauty through the earth, 
I travel on the heavenward way, 

I share the splendor of his worth. 

Whose voice is with me night and day. 



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My palm shall be the hearts of men, 
And they shall be my diadem ; 

Oh they shall be my glory when 
A gladness I have been to them ! 

3- 
Arise, my love, and come away ; 

The scent of flowers is in the air, 

The singing birds are blithe and gay, 

Come forth, who art to me so fair. 

Come forth, and leave thy lower life. 

Within the gloom and darkness are 
Where thou dost languish in the strife ; 

Without am I, the Morning Star. 

What is this beauty of the earth 

Which fills the eye and warms the heart, 

But prophecy of that far birth 

When thou and I shall never part? 



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Arise, my love, and come away, - 
The turtle's voice is in the land, 

The tender figs their tree array ; 
No longer pause and lonely stand. 

There is a song for thee to sing. 
There is a fruit for thee to bear, 

Put on thy garments for the King, 
Come forth, who art to me so fair. 

4- 
Under his shadow I sat. 

Into his countenance gazed. 

Which was so beautiful that 

Drank I the splendor amazed. 

Fruit of his tasted I then. 

Sweeter than honey to me. 
"Thou art the chiefest of men. 

Am I a little to thee?" 



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Lo ! from a countenance bright, 
As is the sun at high noon, 

Poured he an answer of light, 
Unto my bosom a boon ; 

Unto my bosom a bliss 

Which I shall bear till the time 
God touches Earth with His kiss, 

Making her pure and sublime : 

" Thou art the apple to me, 
Apple I bear in the eye ; 

What thou hereafter shalt be. 
Thou shalt behold in the sky." 

5- 
Under his banner of love 

Have I elected my place. 

Knowing there comes from above, 

Strong and delectable grace. 



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Into the strife of the world 
Go I with courage and cheer : 

Under that banner unfurled, 
Who can be daunted by fear? 

What though the darkness be drear ? 

What though the enemy bold ? 
Know I the Helper is near, 

One who who was victor of old. 

Go I to conquor and win, 

Ready to do and to die, 
Go I to battle with sin. 

Fearless in strength from on high. 

Welcome tlie fight that must be ! 

Welcome the toil of the day ! 
Lo ! I the victory see : 

Fades not its laurel away. 



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Under his banner of love 

Have I elected my place, 
Knowing there comes from above, 

Brave and delectable grace. 
6. 
Daughters of Jerusalem, 
Know ye not the diadem 
Which upon my brow I wear. 
Which is altogether fair? 

In the watches of the night. 
Did I seek his face of light ; 
Through the city's lonely way, 
Praying, yearning for the day ; 

Till at length I found him out. 

And departed all the doubt, 

All the darkness of a heart 

Which from him no more would part. 



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Daughters of Jerusalem, 
Know ye not my diadem, 
Gleaming like the golden sun 
When the weary day is done ? 

It from my beloved came, 
One who bears the chiefest name ; 
And it will not e'er grow dim 
While my thoughts are all for him. 

Chief among ten thousand thou, 
Glory, beauty to my brow ; 
Let me know and wear thy love 
In Jerusalem above ! 

7- 
My place is among the lilies. 

Where he my beloved feeds: 

I seek only where his will is, 

To satisfy all my needs. 



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His purity is the garment 
Which only I wish to wear ; 

A bride for the Morning Star meant, 
I seek to be pure and fair. 

I wonder, with all the order 

Of Him who doth yonder stand, 

He looketh on my disorder 
And leadeth me by the hand, 

What time I desire the splendor 
Which glows in his beautiful face. 

And seek unto him to render 
A service for all his grace ! 

Oh have ye not known a lover 
With tenderest care aglow, 

What I in my love discover 
Ye certainly cannot know. 



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My place is among the lilies, 

Where he iny beloved feeds: 
I seek only where his will is, 

To satisfy all my needs. 

8. 
Remember that happiest day 
When I from myself turned away. 
And sought my devotion to prove 
In acts of adorable love ? 

Ah, yes; I remember it well; 
How could I forget it, the spell 
That lifted me up from my fall. 
And sang in my bosom the call. 

To enter the long whitened field 
That harvests for heaven doth yield, 
And bind up the bright golden sheaves 
Which God to a coronet weaves? 



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thou who art fair to my heart, 
My love for thee will not depart, 
Till yonder in bowing me down, 

1 cast at the footstool my crown. 

9- 

The love of beautiful woman, 

All fair of a heart that is human. 
Approaches the heavens in worth. 
The loftiest thing of the earth. 

It sanctifies earth-lighted passions, 
It glows with a power that fashions. 
And moulds to a higher resolve. 
The hopes that so lowly revolve, 

Until they begin to aspire 
And burn with the heavenly fire 
Which blinds all the glare of the world. 
On wings that will never be furled. 



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My love in the garden of spices, 
I know, oh I know, what her price is ! 
Believest thou she is supernal? 
Oh verily, she is eternal! 

Her smile is a light to my soul, 
Her kiss is a sweetness to me ; 
When I shall go over the goal, 
Her glory still with me will be. 

I seek not the wealth of the earth, 
I have what is grander in worth. 
The love of a beautiful woman. 
All pure of a heart that is human. 

lO. 

How sweet and fragrant is the myrrh 
Which God's beloved gives to her 
Who hails the brightness of his face, 
In that afar exalted place ! 



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It is a mountain I have sought, 

And still shall seek, till I am brought 

Unto the everlasting Hill, 

In my beloved's presence still. 

The way is rugged, dark and strange, 
No path where one at ease may range ; 
', Ah, they must many a vigil keep 

Who would ascend that toilsome steep ! 

I sought in vain to gain the height. 
To bathe myself within the light. 
Until at last I came to know 
The low is high, the high is low. 

I bowed me down beneath his feet, 
My eyes ashamed his own to meet, 
When lo ! he lifted me afar. 
Where all his love and mercies are. 



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And when I stood upon the height, 

Oh what unspeakable delight 

In finding my beloved there, 

Who, as I thought, had grown more fair ! 

So sweet and fragrant is the myrrh 
Which God's beloved gives to her 
Who hails the brightness of his face 
In that afar exalted place. 

II. 

Sometimes when the future grows dark 
And frowns with the gloom of despair, 

I lose my one beautiful mark. 

Which gleamed in the bright sunny air. 

Dear Hill of Frankincense I I grope 
In vain for the lost and the fair. 

Until on thy summit in hope 
I meet with the angel prayer : 



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That angel of prayer, who of old 
Gave Jacob the courage to dare 

The might of a foe that was bold, 
And lifted his burden of care. 

And that which was lost to my sight, 
I find in the firmament, where 

It glows in the beautiful light. 
And faster I climb to it there. 

O Hill of Frankincense ! to thee 
I seek till the break of the day, 

When earth and her shadows shall flee, 
And comes the sweet sunshine for aye. 

12. 

What time I think of toil and poverty, 
And thinking, turn my heavy heart to thee. 
Thy patient face doth banish all the pain. 
And voice for me once more the sweet refrain : 



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" Nothing hard or hirsh can prove 
Unto them that truly love." 

Rebuked and comforted I look not back, 
I who have put my hand unto the plow, 
And, trusting Him who knew Elijah's lack, 
I list the music of our early vow : 

"Nothing hard or harsh can prove 

Unto them that truly love." 

Oh, if in human love such strength be found, 
To lift us from the troubles of the earth. 
What heroes must in love divine abound, 
To strike the chord, unconscious of their worth ! 

"Nothing hard or harsh can prove 

Unto them that truly love." 



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XI. 

Introduction. 



CARMEN yETERNUM. 

Ot "The Eternal Song," which I supposed 
was the last fruit of those days of rapture, 
written substantially of a single night, I frankly 
confess to the weakness of being proud. Who 
would not rejoice over the possession of what 
Goethe calls "the secret of the world," builded 
into numbers musical as the brook gurgling 
through sunshine and shadow its hope of the 
ocean's bosom ? Exegi Afoimmcnium. But my 
pen is that of one who writes in the flush of 



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victory — a victory indeed in the soul of him 
wlio guides it. Forgive it. It is quite too soon 
for wings to grow. Let it pass, the wliisper 
that something of mine shall remain. 

What I have written is the Lord's. Benedic, 
anima inea, was in my heart, and frequently on 
my lips, during the whole season of composing. 

The grand old anthem is with me still, and 
will remain, I trust, to the end : 

Praise the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within 
me, praise his holy name. 

Praise the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his 
benefits ; 

Who forglveth all thy sin, and healeth all thine 
infirmities ,• 

Who saveth thy life from destruction and crowneth 
thee with mercy and loving kindness. 

Te Deum Laudamus. 



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XII. 

Carmen Sternum. 



" And they sing the song of Moses, the servant of" 
God, and the song of the Lamb, saying great and 
marvelous are thy works, Lord God Almighty 5 just and 
true are thy ways, thou King of saints." 



Cometh soon the day desired long, 
Cometh soon the triumph over wrong, 
When we sing the one eternal song. 

Lo ! when heaven and earth shall both remove, 
Cometh then Jerusalem above 
Where the banner over all is love. 



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Oh tlie heights to which the saints shall climb ! 
Oh the wonders of that coming time, 
Wonders for our telling too sublime ! 

Heaven and earth renewed, from crowns as bright 
As is God's all-flaming, endless light, 
Flash their beauty in the face of night, 

Till she from the universe away 
Hastes to hide herself in that decay 
Which shall have no resurrection day. 

Soul ! arise and see the splendor come ! 
For the painting of that fadeless home, 
Voice and heart without the Lord are dumb. 

John in Patmos saw tlie blessed sight. 

An immortal and divine delight. 

For unhallowed eyes too pure and bright. 



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New Jerusalem, a coming down, 
City matchless in her far renown, 
Bringing for each valiant saint a crown. 

What is that great voice which followed then ? 
Lo ! God's tabernacle is with men. 
Former things shall be no more again ; 

No more weeping — pain and death are done, 
Who hath overcome hath all things won, 
And shall ever be to God a son. 

O my soul, hear thou that other voice. 
And remember what hath been thy choice. 
Ere thou lift a heart that may rejoice ! 

Lo ! the fearful, unbelievers all, 

Liars, they who down to idols fall, 

Know the death whence there is no recall ! — 



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Know the second death, which is the fire 
Of a vanished season to aspire, 
Burning, burning, in a vain desire. 

Oh the terrors, when they vainly call 
On the mountains and the rocks to fall 
On them as annihilation's pall ! 

Help me, God, to shun that second death ! 
Help me while on earth I draw my breath ! 
Help me learn and do what Jesu saith ! 

Kast thou chosen that eternal part, 
Then at length is thine, O valiant heart, 
Joy that shall not ever more depart. 

Lift thine eyes and feast them on the grace, 

Honor, riches in that radiant place. 

Thine, when thou hast ended here thy race. 



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Get thee to a mountain great and higb, 
Get thee, O my soul, where best thine eye 
Tracks the glory flaming down the sky. 

City after an eternal plan ; 

City which the Lord's dear mercies span. 

Bow my heart before this love to man ! 

Gates look North and South and East and West, 
All unfolding what is fairest, best, 
Light and truth and everlasting rest. 

Jasper walls are there, and golden pave, 
Of the sun and moon no need they have ; 
All the Lamb and God with glory lave. 

Hark ! hark ! hear that mighty rush of song, 
From all souls that love has made so strong ; 
Hark, and learn the notes which they prolong ! 



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Song of Moses and the Lamb they raise, 
Pouring forth to God eternal praise, 
Who is just and true in all His ways. 

Moses and the Lamb with never taints ! 
Theirs the chant they lift without complaints 
Just and true Thy ways are, King of saints. 

Moses ! servant unto God below. 

Mercies in His judgments thou did'st know, 

Fountain whence eternal praises flow. 

Lamb ! who suffered'st here upon the cross. 
And did'st purge away our sin and dross, 
God in Thee did show the gain of loss. 

Hear their voices who His Kingdom trod, 
With the preparation ot the Gospel shod : 
Great and marvellous thy works, O God ! 



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See them cast their crowns before the Throne, 
Service which by them on earth was shown, 
There at length unto perfection grown ! 

Looking back from new Jerusalem, 
Know they with the Lord their diadem. 
Tribulation was but love to them. 

Oh the beauty love in mercy paints 

When she chants the death of all complaints: 

Just and true Thy ways are, King of saints ! 

Soul ! arise and gird thine armor on. 
Has the light of God within thee shone, 
Linger not the rugged ways upon. 

Thorns and crags and dangers, what are they 

But prophetic of fhe fadeless bay, 

Which the eager brow would wear for aye ! 



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God through love shall make the mountains low ; 
God through love shall cause the depths to grow 
Heights which everlasting sunshine know. 

Hast thou gained some triumph in the Lord, 
Thinking more of coveted reward 
Than of faithfulness unto His Word ? 

Hast thou ever drunk the cup of bitterness, 

Flowing with the gall of deep distress, 

When thou seemd'st to sink from less to less? 

Tell me, thou with Christ within thy heart. 
What thou thinkest of that olden smart. 
And the triumph where thou hadst a part? 

Rose I in my joy, and rising fell. 
From my grief I rose too high to tell ! 
God be praised who doeth all things well. 



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Oh tlie beauty love in mercy paints, 

When she chants the death of all complaints : 

Just and true thy ways are, King of saints ! 

Girded in the armor of His light, 
Take my soul, thy rank amid the fight. 
Counting on the triumph of the right. 

What though clouds shall clasp thee in their bath ? 
What though night shall gloom along the path, 
Where the Lord's the only guide one hath? 

Fling thy splendor on the darkness here. 
Till the ways of God becoming clear, 
Banish from thy bosom every fear. 

What though cruel things upon thee press, 

Resting as a burden of distress. 

Till thou cry, alas ! for righteousness ? 



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Recognize the long extended hand, 
Moulding thee as for a purpose grand; 
Fail not thou to do the Lord's command, 

Knowing as thou lookest forth afar, 

Life and death and all things glory are, 

God's and His who flames the Morning Star. 

Oh the beauty love in mercy paints. 

When she chants the death of all complaints: 

Just and true Thy ways are, King of saints ! 



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XIII. 

Introduction. 



FIVE BEADS 



When the week was advancing, and I was 
thinking of my preparation for the Holy Com- 
munion, I was minded of a lack of that "fair 
linen," which, becoming at all times, is especially 
becoming to those who approach the Table of 
the Lord. "The Marriage Garment" was the 
providential fruit. 

I went to "Sam Weng's California Laundry" 
on Tenth street, with my commission. The 
courteous Celestial gave me a very good cigar. 
While smoking it, on my return, I composed 
"Sam Wen<i." 



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In the midst of my work I received a letter 
from tlie good Dean of a Diocese in tlie far 
West, whose face, I believe, is known to "all 
the Churches." "My Yoke-fellow" was the 
consequence. 

A lady connected with my School, who is 
full of music written and unwritten, promised 
me some music for "The Candle of Latimer," 
which I did not get. "Unwritten Music" was 
the result. 

Some weeks ago I was thinking of my children 

eight hundred miles away, and of one that 

sleepeth. 

In the acre of God that is yonder. 

And unto the West his head. 
He sleepeth the sleep untroubled, 

With one to watch at his bed. 

"The Children's Poem" was sent home by 
the next mail. The last five verses have been 
added since. 



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XIV. 

The Marriage Garment. 



" He feedeth among the lilies." 



The marriage garment God requires, 

Is one I cannot all describe : 
It is the heart with true desires 

That will not take the Tempter's bribe ; 

It is the thought of all we are, 

The wrestling prayer that sin .may be 

To-morrow less a frowning bar 
Between us and His purity ; 



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It is the heart that doth forgive 
Whate'er our brother meant for ill, 

The wish as in God's sight to live 
And evermore to do His will ; 

It is the strong and far resolve 

Which flames the toil of each to-day, 

The hopes that higher still revolve 
What time the seasons pass away; 

It is the love which reaches men 
Whatever be their place of birth, 

The deed that seeks to make again 
A very paradise of earth. 

Do I the marriage garment wear, 

And seek, O Lord, through thy control, 

That this vile heart may grow more fair. 
The Bread and Wine shall feast my soul. 



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XV. 

Sam Weng. 

" There is no respect of persons with God. 



Sam Weng has a laundry near by. 

His ways very courteous are: 
With business perhaps in his eye, 

He gave me to-day a cigar. 

He always has shown himself human 

And done his work promptly with care. 

I think that the man and the woman 

In faithfulness have something fair. 



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What! tread them as beasts that shall perish? 

Alas ! when the Christian shall put 
The souls whom the Master doth cherish 

Low under a pitiless foot. 

They are not as dogs in His sight. 

They have the immortal within: 
A germ that may grow to the light 

And conquer in season the sin. 

I ween old Confucius knew 

A glimmer of light from above. 

The sky whence his knowledge he drew, 
Floats ever the banner of love. 

And I know tliat the Daughter of Zion, 
Who walks in her garments of youth 

Like the sun and the moon and Orion, 
Doth everywhere greet what is truth. 



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XVI. 

My Yoke-fellow. 



My friend and my yoke-fellow here, 

Whose locks are as white as the snow ! 

My brother whose courage and cheer, 
Are comfort far more than you know ! 

We both for the Daughter of Zion 
Are showing some tokens of love ; 

We both in the strength of the Lion, 
Are seekinar to lift men above. 



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Through darkness and pain and disaster, 
God give us the grace and the strength 

Forever to follow the Master 

Till life shall have measured its length! 

And when you outstrip me afar 
And see me behind in the race, 

A brother who climbs for the Star, 
Oh, ask for me more of His grace. 

My friend and my yoke-fellow here, 
Whose locks are as white as the snow, 

When yonder at length we appear 
And Golden Jerusalem know ; 

We too, when we think of the earth, 
Shall lift, oh with never complaints. 

The song of delectable worth : 
Just, true Thy ways are, King of Saints 



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XVII. 

Unwritten Music. 



" Awake, O north wind ; and come thou south 5 
hlow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may 
flow out." 



Where is that music glorious, 
Which thou hast promised long, 

Of those who march victorious 
In triumph over wrong? 

I know thy heart is smitten 
With all the love of Christ, 

And in thy soul is written 
Full many a strain unpriced. 



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Tlie major notes and minor 
Are ready there for wings ; 

Pray thou the great Diviner 
To touch the secret springs. 

There is a song eternal 
In every faithful soul, 

The music there supernal, 

Which shall through ages roll. 

O daughter fair of Zion, 

Write thou that song within, 

In praise of Judah's Lion, 
Who saveth thee from sin. 

Oh write the music glorious, 
Which thou hast promised long, 

Of those who march victorious- 
In triumph over wrong ! 



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XVIII. 

The CHILDREN'S Poem. 



Come hither, come hither, my daughters four, 

And tell me the tale of your sunny hearts. 

It is something no doubt I have heard before, 

For into a poem it daily starts. 

Come hither, come hither, my little son, 
And join in the story that must be told. 

His eye has a twinkle which tells of fun; 
Will it cease, I wonder, what time he grows old ? 



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Now Mamie, my eldest, what do you say? 

I wait not the speech those eyes so well show. 

Don't blush ; 'tis no sin to the sweet maiden, May, 

And love that is silent is strongest, we know. 

Well, Emma, I ween, has a tongue that can prove 
How many a thing can be told in a minute. 

" Yes, papa, and now when it speaks of my love 
Believe that for once it has something in it." 

The little witch, Jessie, now takes her part 
In the oft told story of fireside bliss; 

And while I am folding her close to my heart. 

She through my moustache finds the place for a kiss. 

Wee Rachel, the last of my girls, comes next. 

Her ?2afHe makes her dearer than all the rest. 
I think of a Sunday I'll make her my text, 

And the sermon, I know, will be my best. 



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Now Jamie has something to say, no doubt, 
For great is the love of an only son, 

He wiggles about and at last speaks out : 
"Papa, its only a dog and a gun." 

An only son ? An only son ? 

And have I forgotten so soon the grace 
Which many a loving tribute won, 

The glow of another dear little face? 

He does not answer my call to-night. 

Just as the other children do ; 
But still he replies with a gleam of light. 

Which forever remaineth true. 

Before his brother and sisters he. 

The dear little Archie, has gone to rest : 

He knoweth before us, the things to be ; 
The Father appointeth what is best. 



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His name was given the Daughter of Zion, 

Forever and forever to keep ; 
Now over his bed at night Orion 

Doth watch his sweet untroubled sleep. 

Come hither, come hither, my children five. 
And pray unto Heaven to keep you from harm. 

Remember with me, the dead is alive; 

In the cradle of God he is safe and warm. 



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XIX. 

Introduction. 



OdXarra, 0d?,a~-a. 



I was told at the printing office, late one 
afternoon, that some type required for my book, 
was locked up in a Bible, which would cause a 
delay of a day or two more. She of "the 
patient face," knows how I always hate delay. 
I will call her Patience, after tliis, for I try 
to get rid of words. I returned to my little 
third-story room on Market street, with the 
information troubling me a little, but when I 
lit my pipe and began to smoke I was soon 



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at peace with all the world, anchored again in 
my old philosophy, "It's all right." 

Smoke? I do sometimes; but Patience 
knows I can stop at any time. She always had 
faith in me. Always? I must make this a true 
history ; and mind you, so far I have not writ- 
ten a word which does not drip with the honey 
or gall of experience. I thank God that through 
my whole life the gall has only been sufficient 
to give relish to the honey. Indeed, it is a 
rule with me to try to suck honey out of every 
thing ; and I seldom fail. 

When I left home three weeks since. Patience 
delicately hinted to me that I had better not 
go into the printing of poems. Perhaps she 
had a vision of bills. I forgive her, for her 
advice was what nine hundred and ninety-nine 
of a thousand, fitted to give any at all, would 
have given me. But she didn't know what 



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I meant to print ; no more did I, save that I 
had "The Candle of Latimer" about half 
written, supposing indeed that it was entirely- 
done, and possessed a mass of miscellaneous 
poems, the accumulation of years, which I did 
not care to use, with a few exceptions ; but I 
knew I was going to do something, and do it 
well too. 

At the Christmas-tide of which I write, I 
was home "on a visit," having previously 
written to Patience, that she must " treat me 
royally." She did so beyond all question. 
But I fear I sadly neglected her. I was full 
eyes and ears ; the eyes were afar in the skies ; 
the ears heard only what nobody else did. 
Poor heart, she sometimes tried to pull me 
down, in order to get a word or two into my 
ears. She did want to be talked to a little. 



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My congregation will bear witness that at 
that season I gave them no less than six sermons, 
the major part of which was poetry. One old 
gentleman, as I afterward learned, had not the 
least idea that I was talking poetry to them, 
all in rhyme. It is hard to tell where the com- 
pliment belongs. I think we had better divide it. 

There is a little girl in my church who writes 
blank verse, to say nothing of rhyme, and 
has a complimentary autograph letter from Wm. 
Cullen Bryant, to be proud of for the rest of 
her days. Her truest name is Petite. She 
wanted a copy of "The Legend of St. John," 
which with a prologue and an epilogue, was 
my sermon on St. John Evangelist's day. 

Prudence expressed a wish that some good 
heart might found a professorship of Poetry and 
the Fine Arts, and appoint me to the chair. 
I think it would be a bad thing for me. I 



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should become indolent and lose all my inspi- 
ration. I would much prefer some one would 
send a check for four or five thousand dollars, 
to pay the debts of Latimer Hall. Then with 
an institution worth twenty-five thousand dollars, 
and vastly more in its history of three hundred 
years ago, to say nothing of the record of the 
last seven years, how much, under God, should 
I be able to accomplish ! 

I must tell you who Prudence is, and that is 
best done in telling what she does. She has a 
Sunday School class of about twelve boys whom 
she is training for the ministry. I think she 
will succeed with three or four of them. One 
goes to Hobart soon. Petite ! Petite ! don't you 
call that boy away from his studies till he has 
finished his course ; four years, mind you, in 
College, and three more in the Divinity School, 
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Rachel, and I think that boy of mine, can do 
the same for you. Is that too long, O young 
man? Another of the boys Prudence has in 
charge, will next September go to the Univer- 
sity, where I found "Lux Virginis." I presume 
the light of that "airy maiden," will be enough 
for him, for I believe he has "put away 
childish things." It was not enough for me, 
however. I found Patience there too. Another 
of those marvellous boys is " halting between 
two opinions." Sometimes he dreams of lumber 
camps in the pine woods, sometimes of a quiet 
country parsonage, covered with vines, with a 
parterre of flowers in front. He finds it hard to 
keep away from Latimer Hall — at least its 
neighborhood. Two more of them may yet 
rival M. Quod, or even the man of the Dan- 
bury News, in journalism — if they keep their 
heads level and their hearts pure. Have an 



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eye, Prudence. Now I can say of these boys 
for the consolation of the churches, that none 
of them, so far as I know write poetry. I 
will not however, vouch for them in the future, 
I never wrote a line till I met Patience, But 
I want to tell you more about Prudence. She 
spends fully half her time in looking after those 
boys, and how large a fraction of what she 
earns, during the other half, I will not venture 
to say. You see she is prudent for the here- 
after, '* laying up treasures in Heaven, where 
neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where 
thieves do not break through nor steal." Hence 
her name. 

I must also tell you what Priscilla said — I 
think you know who she is — during that memo- 
able Christmas-tide. She expressed a hope that 
she might never marry a poet. I don't think 
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philosopher. Do philosophers never get lost? 
I think Dommine Sampson was sometimes oblivi- 
ous to what was going on about him. How 
was it with Hezekiah Bedotte, who made that 
celebrated remark ? Her philosopher is probably 
more like the one who lived at Athens, more 
than two thousand years ago. I indeed hope 
she will not be a Xantippe to him and make 
him smoke out doors the rest of his days. That 
used to be his fate, when he was wont to come 
to Latimer Hall, merely to see how my boys 
were getting on. O Priscilla, Priscilla, do let 
John smoke in his study, ay, in the parlor, if 
he wants to. 

Well, that "visit" came to an end. I assured 
Patience, as I bade her good bye, that the 
future was all bright. Dear heart, she could 
hardly see with my eyes. She is usually ahead 
of me in getting at the mind of Providence. 



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When I am down in the depths, she is always 
an angel of love and mercy on the heights, 
beckoning me to come up too. I don't think 
she knew how nearly that delicate, adroit hint 
about not printing, came to finishing me. But 
I broke away, and like the compressed rubber 
ball, rebounded to the region of the air. 

When I got on the cars, I told some credi- 
tors who seemed to have an affection for me, 
that they would soon be paid. On the i6th 
of January, I reached this city of "brotherly 
love." I commenced "begging" again for 
Latimer Hall, under the spur of 

Hounds in the front of me, 
Hounds in the rear of me, 
Hounds at the right of me. 
Hounds at the left of me, 
Howling and scowling! 

Heart of Tennyson, forgive the parody; and 
you, gentlemanly creditors, for most of you are 



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of that sort, excuse it. From the first sixty or 
seventy people I called on I received a little 
more than enough to pay for circulars and 
postage. I did send Patience five dollars and 
nine dollars, which I borrowed of her, to eke 
out my fare. There are ten dollars more bor- 
rowed I have not sent yet. "Soon paid!" 
"How he lied!" some of those western fellows 
will say. I have had the reputation of being a 
"great liar" in my time. 

Was I cast down ? not in the least. Did I 
blame anybody? not at all. They were enlisted 
every one of them, in behalf, of "Soup Houses" 
and "Orphan Asylums," and "Houses of Ref- 
uge," and "Poor Relations," and "Mechanics 
out of Employment," and "Hospitals," and 
"Dorcas Societies," and other "Societies" with- 
out number, and they were serving God. 
"Schools wouldn't spoil; they iiiust wait for 



DAUGHTER OF ZION. 173 

humanity to be served first, in this hard winter 

of '75." They were right, and I climbed my 

stairs, my heart full of song, never happier in 

my life. (They didn't know how near my 

school was to "spoiling.") 

I will not say that I cried "sour grapes!" 

Some money would have done me good, and 

Patience too. But my eyes were afar. 

" There is a tide in the affairs of men. 

Which, taken at its flood, leads on to fortune." 

They were fixed on that tide. I was in the 
struggle, life and death before me, to mount 
that tide and ride on to the consummation of 
long cherished hopes. I believed the time had 
come. I had waited long and patiently. I felt 
there was in me the required vigor for the 
conflict. I stripped me, like the old athletes, 
and pressed on, with the palm before my eyes. 
Of what followed my book to this point is the 



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history. I must now go back and take up a 
stitch that I dropped almost as soon as I begun 
this psychological history of OdXarra, GdXarra. 

Smoke? That question introduced the second 
paragraph. Spurgeon told his congregation, one 
Sunday evening, that after going home, he 
hoped by the grace of God to enjoy a good 
cigar. I sometimes crave that luxury. But you 
know I don't allow my boys to smoke. It would 
not be the right thing for Latimer Hall. It 
would not be safe. It would get them into 
loafing, idle habits. / didn't smoke at College. 
There was time enough for me to learn the 
habit after I became a man, and had the cares 
of the world in my head and heart too. Is 
not that the way fathers talk ? I expect how- 
ever my boys do smoke now and then "on the 
sly;" off in the woods, perhaps of a half-holiday. 
I caught them once — smoking cinnamon. I met 



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them too, of an evening, with cigars in their 
mouths — candy with illuminated ends. Boys, 
boys, I forgive you those offences, if you will 
promise not to do so again. It's the ''rule" not 
to smoke at Latimer Hall, and you must respect 
it. But I allow them free access to the cracker 
barrel. Johnnie and Bert, are as famous in their 
fondness for crackers as Herb, used to be in 
his devotion to cracked wheat and maple-syrup. 
I wonder if that was the source of his inspira- 
tion in composing "Vive Le Latimer Hall," in 
which Prudence and I helped him a little ? 

Reader, it is impossible for me to tell you 
what comfort I used to find in that dear song, 
when it rose with true "fervor and cheer" from 
the lips of my whole School, with Prudence at 
the organ leading them, nor can I well finish the 
account of 6dXa--a, dd'Aazra, unless you at once 
sit down at the piano or organ and sing 



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VIVE LE LATIMER HALL. 

Air. — Vive L^ A?nour. 

Now lift we our voices with fervor and cheer, 

Vive le Latimer Hall. 
May Latimer prosper through many a year, 

Vive le Latimer Hall. 

Chorus. — Vive le, vive le, vive le, vive, 
Vive le, vive le, vive le, vive, 
Vive le vive, vive le vive, 
Vive le Latimer Hall. 

What though the black clouds overshadow the sky ? 

Vive le Latimer Hall. 
We'll press bravely on and will "never say die," 

Vive le Latimer Hall. 

The hoary old Bishop knew never a fear, 

Vive le Latimer Hall ; 
His eyes were afar where the heavens are clear, 

Vive le Latimer Hall. 

Old Hugh had a will to withstand and endure, 

Vive le Latimer Hall,- 
His heart embraced only the noble and pure, 

Vive le Latimer Hall. 



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As onward we go through sunsliine and storm, 

Vive le Latimer Hall, 
Shall we not remember his flame circled form ? 

Vive le Latimer Hall. 

Oh yes, and we'll keep his dear candle alight, 

Vive le Latimer Hall, 
By spurning the wrong and pursuing the right, 

Vive le Latimer Hall. 

Then lift we our voices with fervor and cheer, 

Vive le Latimer Hall. 
May Latimer prosper through many a year, 

Vive le Latimer Hall. 

Herbert, my boy, you shall have cracked 
wheat and maple-syrup to your heart's content, 
and never be put "on session" again when 
you have your lessons and behave well, if you 
will only write us another song equal to that. 

I feel as light-hearted and elastic as ever 

G e C did, as I hear that song to-night, 

and think of old Latimer. My four Ps, Patience, 
Priscilla, Prudence and Petite, know who G e 



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is. He is a very sharp and successful 



business man, who at times is under the com- 
fortable delusion that he is the Messiah the 
Jews have been so long looking for. At such 
seasons he hardly touches the earth when he 
walks. I am inclined to think, that as morning 
after morning during the past ten days I have 
walked to the printing office, some of the same 
lightness has been in my step. The people 
seemed to look at me now and then as if I 
was queer; and I looked at them and read out 
their souls. My "delusion," which is not a 
delusion, is, that the dear school so far away, 
is going to be equipped for a career of usefulness 
for many a generation ; ay, that Patience in the 
future will not have quite so much pain to hide 
away in her heart, beyond the ken of every 
eye save that of God. 

But to return once more. I am longer in 



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getting at the point than ever Widow Bedotte 
was. With that information about the type 
locked up in the Bible in my mind, I 
went to smoking. Soon reconciled, I thought 
me of the general introduction I had arranged 
for "The Daughter of Zion," and was consid- 
ering whether I should not leave out Rip Van 
Winkle's toast which I proposed to give to 
John and Priscilla over a glass of wine I had 
not money enough to buy, for fear I should 
be obliged to go without my breakfast. In a 
moment I was thinking of the ten thousand 
under Xenophon and their fate on a certain 
morning spoken of at the end of book first, 
when they had to go without their breakfast — 
adetTTvo:, unfed. From the plain of Caystrus, 
through the Cilician Gates, on through Syria, 
down the Euphrates, to the fatal field of Cunaxa, 
where Cyrus fell, on, on, over impassable rivers 



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and mountains, I followed until I stood with 

them on the heights overlooking the Euxine, 

and heard their jubilant shout, OdXarza ! ddXarra ! 

But I must make a correction ; for this, I said, 

is a true history. From that word, aSscTzvoc, I 

went with a single bound to the mountain 

where they caught a sight of the "tide" and 

shouted za/f/i ihon, *'The sea! The sea!" I 

again filled my pipe, and before it was half 

out, I sprang to my feet with the three verses 

on my lips, which stand in the middle of the 

poem : 

Undying, brave ten thousand! long 

The world has known how ye were strong 

In your unflinching hardihood. 

But are ye yet quite understood ? 

We yearly paint for eager youth — 
Those valiant seekers after truth. 
Who keep from dotage and decay 
The world — your toils of that far day. 



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But who has builded into song 
The triumph which we still prolong, 
And told the world the inner story, 
Which flashes in your ancient glory ? 

In a few hours the whole poem was ready 
for the compositor, and long before he wanted it. 

Shall I give the elements with algebraic precis- 
ion ? Some of my boys are good in Algebra, 
the one that "dreams," for instance: 

Let X = the poem as yet in the region of 
the imknown ; a = Providence as shown in the 
type locked up in the Bible ; i> = Patience 
and Latimer Hall ; — c = the hero of Sleepy 
Hollow with poor offended Priscilla, and the 
negative breakfast; e = general state of heart 
and soul and mind ; d = the pipe of peace. 
Equation : 

a -j- b — c -\- e -\- d ^=^ X, the poem to be the 
delight of all future Freshmen. 



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Boys, Freshmen, Sophomores, Juniors, Seniors, 
Professional Men, all, you can never find the 
value of X, the poem in the realm of the 
unknown, without the proper "conditions." 

Now, Priscilla with the plain face and brilliant 
eyes to so often glorify it, if you will forgive 
me that vagabond toast and this cloud of smoke 
which does not obscure the light, I will tell 
you how full my heart is of that victorious 
shout of the old Greeks, confident that I have 
caught sight of the "tide" which was in the 
mind of Shakespeare, confident that I have a 
vision of the sea ; nay, more, that I am already 
embarking upon it, where with sails spread, 
filled with the breath of heaven, I shall be 
wafted on to the haven of all my hopes. 



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0AAATTA.' BAAATTA/ 



" Through tribulation. 



Strong men have left their native land; 
Ten thousand in the phalanx stand. 
For love of war, or fame or gain 
They go, and hope to come again. 

With Cyrus at their head they go. 

And where oh where they do not know. 

A wild ambition in the brain 

Leads them o'er mountain, river, plain. 



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Through the Cilician Gates they march 
Where crags like clouds above them arch, 
Past cities which no more remain, 
Still with the hope to come again. 

They pause upon the unknown track ; 
They fain at length would turn them back. 
Beguiled again, they onward go, 
And where, oh where they do not know. 

A band of valiant men and youth. 
They onward go, when lo the truth 
Comes flashing on the morning air, 
Destruction here ! destruction there ! 

The Persian hosts swarm all the vvay, 
Bold Cyrus falls, is lost the day; 
And in the fall of that ambitious master, 
Come shame and grief and stern disaster. 



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Oh, lost ten thousand ! in the folds 
Of that vast dotard realm which holds 
Them all as with a coward's grasp 
Which courage only can unclasp! 

Lost? lost? O Greece from whence they come, 
Doth son of thine forget his home? 
They are not lost. The courage there 
Their hearts within, shall rout despair. 

They rise, the strong ten thousand men. 
While Persians swarm the mountain, glen, 
Fields, rivers, every hiding place, 
They homeward set, each valiant face ! 

What though the grip of treachery 
Holds all their hope of victory? 
New hope is born in each strong heart. 
Leaders as from the dead upstart. 



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While Xenophon recites the story 
Of Grecian bravery and glory, 
Of love of home which never dies, 
Behold the new Clearchus rise, 

Strong in the strategy of war, 

Ready to lead them on afar. 

Patient in all the fair devices 

Of which a wise, cool heart the price is. 

They march, they march, and from their track 
They hurl the vile barbarians back. 
O'er mountain crags, o'er rivers deep. 
Still on, their steadfast way they keep. 

Amid the storm of Persian darts 
On ! on ! they go, those valiant hearts. 
They linger not, though breakfastless, 
Halt not for hunger or distress. 



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On ! on ! through vales and forests dark 
They lose not that one shhiing mark, 
The hope of home, the hope of friends, 
When in their joy the journey ends. 

And when at last they gain the height 
And catch the long desired delight, 
Oh hear their shout, "The sea! The sea!" 
Which tells of home and victory ! 

Undying, brave ten thousand ! long 

The world has known how ye were strong 

In your unflinching hardihood. 

But are ye yet quite understood? 

We yearly paint for eager youth — 
Those valiant seekers after truth 
Who keep from dotage and decay 
The world — your toils of that far day. 



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But who has builded into song 
The triumph which we still prolong, 
And told world the inner story 
Which flashes in your ancient glory? — 

Showing in what the heart doth seek, 
The Christian, Roman, Jew and Greek, 
The heathen all, the world within, 
Are one communion, kith, and kin? 

Undying, brave ten thousand ! all 
The glory of your rise and fall. 
Your march for home, your victory. 
Bursts in the cry, "The sea! The sea!" 

O comrades all, 'neath heaven's arch. 
Under whose banner do we march ? 
If that of bold, ambitious Cyrus, 
The day will surely come to try us. 



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I ween we all, some day or other, 
Have wandered far from that dear Mother 
Whose tender care doth keep us fair, 
What time we breathe our native air. 

Oh, have ye wandered thus afar, 
Strike home, where hope and love still are ! 
Come back to that old household, come. 
And find the same dear loving home. 

Cyrus is dead, and in his fall 

We are as sheep within the desert all, 

A hostile, wild barbarian land, 

Afar off from the shining strand. 

Waste not the hours in vain despair. 
Up ! up ! and for return prepare. 
Behold there is a Leader come 
To bring us from the desert home. 



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O comrades all, 'neath heaven's arch 
Under whose banner do we march, 
What time we strike for home again 
And leave behind disaster, pain? 

March on ! march on ! that Leader's name 
Doth far outshine Clearchus' fame ; 
He in the lonely desert place 
Knew all was in a treacherous face. 

March on ! march on ! like Xenophon 
The Greeks for general fixed upon, 
Our Leader was unthought of, low : 
But who such glory now doth know? 

What time the storms shall sweep the sky, 
March on ! march on ! with watching eye. 
Which through the vales and forests dark, 
Doth never lose the shining mark. 



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The hope, the everlasting hope, 

Which leads us on the rugged ways to grope 

In search of all that fills the heart 

With joy that shall not aye depart. 

Comrades all, 'neath heaven's arch, 
Under whose banner do we march ? 
Behold, the frowning heavens above, 
The crags, the depths, all flame with love. 

Strike home, for all that ye hold dear ! 
Strike home, for all worth seeking here ! 
Until at last ye hear her call 
"Who is the Mother of us all." 

March on ! though ye be break fastless. 
Halt not for hunger or distress. 
There still are foes upon the track: 
Linger save but to hurl them back. 



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Through clouds and darkness keep your way : 
It comes at length, the break of day. 
March on ! march on ! through all the night, 
In prospect of the coming light. 

And when at last we gain the height 
Where on the long desired delight 
Comes flashing from the shining sea 
Between us and eternity; 

Oh when to that high place we come. 
Only a little way from home, 
What jubilance shall flood the cry : 
"The sea! The sea!" The victory! 



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XXI. 

Introduction. 



EPITHALAMIUM. 



Priscilla ! Priscilla ! I fear you will be the 
death of me, at least you will make a bank- 
rupt of me by this much printing, if I am 
not one already ; and how much better, pray, 
is a bankrupt than a dead man? 

I finished the last poem Monday evening or 

night, February first. The next evening a friend 

of mine, named Polyglot, came to see me. I 

read him the poem, which he pronounced 

"the best yet." You will infer that I had read 
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to him nearly all the other parts of my book. 
Poor man, it seems strange that he persisted in 
calling on me. I dare say he has something 
wrong in his head-gear. 

Polyglot is one of my seven Ps I have not 
mentioned before. I must tell you who he is. 
He is a graduate of Yale, and understands I 
don't know how many languages; besides, he 
teaches and preaches with his hands, fingers, 
face, eyes, and his whole body. He has "the gift 
of tongues" beyond most men I have ever known. 

I told Polyglot I felt very happy over the 
completion of my book, and we together ven- 
tured on several little prophesies concerning it. 
I think he was foolish enough to catch some 
of my enthusiasm. When you remember how 
poetry "bores" people, you will agree with 
me that his delusion was entirely inexcusable. 

I said to him that I would like to 



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write two or three verses on another subject, 
saying that in my letter to Priscilla I had in 
a pleasant vein, in the postscript, proposed to 
try my hand on an Epithalamium, and it would 
be so agreeable to celebrate a coming event in 
ryhme. 

"Pronounce that long word again" says 
Polyglot, "and do it slowly. Is it from the tongue 
of the Persians you have just been talking about 
in you poem? That language was not taught 
at Yale in my time." I replied that I felt 
pretty sure I had spelled it wrong. In fact I 
had asked Priscilla the question, " Have I spelled 
the word right?" 

I went down stairs and hunted up my land- 
lady of whom I borrowed three dictionaries, 
Johnson's, Walker's and Webster's. We turned 
to the Es and soon found the word Ep-e-tha- 
la-me-um. Pronounce it slowly, reader, and 



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mind you give the broad sound to the a, and 
put the accent in the right place. I am not 
going to give you the meaning, for that would 
be contrary to my method of psychological 
obstetrics. I always use with my boys, the 
method of Socrates, that is to say, nature's 
method, and only assist in the birth of ideas. 
But I never used those long words with them, 
as any of them will bear witness. The reader 
I think, if he does not already know the 
meaning, will look it out for himself. 

Do you wonder that Polyglot was sensibly 
affected by it? You will wonder no longer when 
I tell you that he has been a bachelor for 
many desolate years. I opine that my poems, 
which out of friendship to me he professes to 
like, and the poem of this word in particular, 
have set him to thinking of all he has lost in 
this beautiful world, and that at no distant day 



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some action will follow with an attempt to 
"redeem the time." 

How can I help thinking of Prudence, almost 
a thousand miles off, the only other of my 
seven Ps, that is unprovided for? Pronounce 
this word with me Prudence, Epithalamium, and 
tell me, if it does not drop with honey? 
You remember perhaps the celebrated clergyman 
who was wont to captivate all the fair hearts 
of his congregation by the manner in which he 
pronounced the word Mesopotamia. My word 
is as far ahead of that as the sun is of the 
moon. I could doubtless get some poetry — I do 
hope it will not suggest another poem — out 
of Mesopotamia, but there is vastly more in 
Epithalamium. Prudence, it is a beautiful word, 
a beautiful word. Do think of the lost beauty 
of so many maidenly years. Nature is ever 
singing the song of Pairs ! Pairs ! 



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Polyglot, with *' the gift of tongues," teaching 

and preaching! 
Prudence, laying up treasures for the Hereafter. 

How will that do for a couplet? The rhyme 
would come by and by. 

After Polyglot went home that night I began 
to think of an Epithalamium for Priscilla and 
her philosopher, who is not like Domine 
Sampson or Hezekiah Bedotte. I went to bed. 
The next morning the whole poem, with "Spelled 
Right," was all ready to copy out for the com- 
positor. 

John and Priscilla ! 

What time I see the honey 
So sweet upon the lips. 
My heart — I cannot hold it — 
Into the future dips. 

1 see the children of the Kingdom coming 
from the four quarters of the earth, all arrayed 



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in wedding garments, eager for the everlasting 
delight which awaits them in the Marriage Supper 
of the Lamb and the Spotless Bride whom He 
has cherished and loved through all the years 
of time. 

Another sight with no gladness in it, comes 
pressing upon my illuminated eyes — the children 
of the Kingdom who have chosen darkness rather 
than light, and have at length "their own" 
in the "outer darkness" which never rolls away, 

O John ! let the syllables of love which are 
legion in thy soul, take order in words and 
flash in the good tidings which thou dost from 
week to week proclaim, as beams of light to 
drive the darkness from many a poor, poor soul 
that pauses not to think of the Hereafter. Go 
out into the streets with the light thou hast from 
God, and pour forth the words of cheer and 
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fallen, that many may " see your good works and 
glorify our Father which is in Heaven." 

Still another sight holds my uplifted eyes, 
and I cry out " O the depths of the riches 
both of the wisdom and knowledge of God ! " 
I see those who have never known the glories 
of the Kingdom save in the twilight glimmer 
which the dear Father has given to all His 
children, coming from the east and the west, 
from the north and the south, to "sit down 
with Abraham and Isaac and Jacob in the 
Kingdom of God." 

O John and Priscilla ! what time you kneel 

before God's altar and receive from uplifted 

hands, His benediction, come with me to the 

everlasting Espousal in the skies. 

The Bridegroom there victorious 
Is looking on the Bride, 
Who there is all as glorious 
A standing by His side ! 



DAICHTER OF ZION. 



XXII. 

Epithalamium. 



" Thy lips, O my spouse, drop honey as the honey- 
comb." 



What time I send my greeting, 
O friends to me so dear, 
And pray your happy nuptials 
May gladden many a year ; 

What time I see the honey 
So sweet upon the lips, 
My heart — I cannot hold it — 
Into the future dips. 



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I see the Bride and Bridegroom, 
My yearning soul before, 
To me a calling, calling ; 
I cannot linger more. 

It is the Great Espousal 
To last forevermore. 
The joy we have a taste of 
Upon this earthly shore. 

It is the Marriage Supper; 
The Bridegroom and the Bride, 
Within the waiting mansions 
Are standing side by side. 

He is the King of Glory, 
He is the Prince of Peace; 
His triumphs are recorded. 
The joy shall never cease. 



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He Stands as one victorious, 
And looketh on the Bride, 
Who there is all as glorious 
A standing by His side. 

The Daughter she of Zion, 
Who here was dark and low ; 
When lifted by the Lion, 
What beauty did she show? 

The garments of His beauty, 
She wore through all the earth, 
And showed to all her children 
The splendor of His worth. 

Her lips they dropped with honey. 
Her garments smelt of myrrh ; 
Better than wine or money 
The love He showed to her. 



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What time I see the honey- 
So sweet upon the lips, 
My heart — I cannot hold it — ■ 
Into the future dips. 

It is the Marriage Supper ; 
The Bridegroom and the Bride, 
Within the Father's mansions 
Are standing side by side. 

Long since the invitations 
Went forth through all the world, 
And flashed from off the banners 
Which never here are furled. 

The children of the Kingdom 
Are coming from afar; 
From Greece and Rome and England, 
Wherever altars are. 



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And Wesley's lowly chapel 
Is not without its roll ; 
Geneva comes and yieldeth 
The fruit of many a soul. 

I see among them Luther 
Full many a column bring; 
An everlasting mountain 
3fl itnfev @ott, they sing. 

Jerusalem, the olden, 
Sends many children^ there : 
Jerusalem, the Golden, 
Receiveth all the fair. 

They seek the Father's mansions, 
A great unnumbered throng, 
Who in their tribulation 
Have trampled sin and wrong. 



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The Bride and Bridegroom greet them ; 
They are the chosen guests, 
The children of the Kingdom, 
Who did the Lord's behests. 

They greet the Bride and Bridegroom ; 
Both His and hers they are. 
The fruit of all her travail, 
Her children from afar. 

Their lips they drop with honey. 
Their garments smell of myrrh ; 
Better than wine or money. 
The love from Him and her. 

The Bridegroom looketh over 
The blessed throng so vast ; 
His eye, the jealous Lovers, 
Upon them all is cast. 



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What time each face He greeteth, 
As one to Him well known, 
He sees they all to whiteness 
And purity have grown. 

His blood alone redeemed them, 
And made them pure and fair : 
His righteousness still clothes them. 
They yet receive His care. 

But hark ! a cry ariseth, 
That does not all rejoice. 
Oh, hark ! a voice ascendeth, 
It is the Bridegroom's voice : 

*' O children of the Kingdom 
Why are ye not all here ? 
Where are unnumbered faces 
That were to me so dear?" 



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It is the cry that ranges 
Through all the Universe, 
The cry that never changes — 
• Who can its woe rehearse ? 

"O children of the Kingdom, 
Who did in darkness stay, 
There is an outer darkness 
That doth not roll away." 

"O children of the Kingdom, 
Who wallowed in the mire, 
There is a Day Eternal, 
There is a quenchless fire." 

" O children of the Kingdom, 
Who did not My command. 
Ye cannot in My presence 
Like these, in gladness stand." 



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"O children of the Kingdom, 
To whom My love was shown, 
Your souls are full of darkness, 
Ye only have your own." 

God ! God ! The gall that drippeth, 
So bitter to my taste, 
What time I feel their blindness, 
Who grace so precious waste ! 

The cry ! the cry that ranges 
Through all the Universe, 
The cry that never changes — 
Who can its woe rehearse? 

" O children of the Kingdom, 
To whom God's love was shown. 
Your souls are filled with darkness. 
Ye only have your own!" 



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I turn and see the mansions, 

The P'ather's House within, 

The guests, the Bride, and Bridegroom, 

Who washed away their sin. 

He is the King of Glory, 
He is the Prince of Peace ; 
His triumphs are God's story, 
The joy shall never cease. 

He stands as one victorious. 
And looketh on the Bride, 
Who there is all as glorious, 
A standing by His side. 

What time I see the honey 
So sweet upon the lips, 
My heart — I cannot hold it — 
Into the future dips. 



DAUGHIER OF ZION. 

While children of the Kingdom, 
Without in darkness grope, 
I see them coming, coming ! 
All in the blessed hope ; 

From out the East a coming, 
The land of far renown ; 
From out the West a coming, 
And bearing many a crown ; 

From out the North a coming. 
From wild barbarian lands ; 
From out the South a coming, 
Where Sheba's queen commands. 

They seek the Father's mansions, 
Where Abraham is found 
With Isaac too and Jacob, 
Where joys untold abound. 



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Behold the Bride and Bridegroom 
Are standing at the door, 
And give them all the greeting 
Of love forevermore. 

Their lips they drop with honey, 
Their garments smell of myrrh ; 
Better than wine or money. 
The love from Him and her. 

And who is he that standeth, 
Clothed in immortal youth? 
Is it the one who taught me 
To climb in search of truth ? 

And who is this who gazeth 
The myriad throng upon ? 
Is it the one whose thunder 
Reached him of Macedon ? 



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And who is this that looketh 
With such abounding peace ? 
Is it old Cincinnatus 
Whose rest shall never cease? 

I cannot count the faces 
Which glow with olden grace. 
Perhaps, when earth shall vanish, 
With them will be my place. 

The children of the Kingdom 
And aliens are there : 
Jerusalem, the Golden, 
Receiveth all the fair. 

The wedding now is furnished, 
The Marriage Supper come; 
And there is song and feasting 
In that Eternal Home. 



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Behold the Great Espousal 
To last forevermore, 
The joy we have a taste of 
Upon this earthly shore. 

He is the King of Glory, 
He is the Prince of Peace; 
The Daughter she of Zion, 
The joy shall never cease. 

He stands as one victorious 
And looketh on the Bride, 
Who there is all as glorious, 
A standing by His side. 



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XXIII. 

Spelled Right. 



O daughter and sister of mine, 
The letter I sent you afar, 

Did it with some pleasantry shine, 
A blunder its pages did mar. 

And now I do wonder again 
In sending this volume afar. 

If I have the yearnings of men 
Spelled out as they verily are. 



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Daughter of Zion, have I 
Spelled out in the syllables all 

Of Love that heareth the ravens which cry, 
And knoweth the sparrows that fall, 

So??ie words for thy children aright, 
What time in the twilight they grope 

And yearn for the beautiful light 

To strengthen and lengthen their hope ? 

1 question my bosom once more, 
I mind me of glories afar, 

I stand the dear Saviour before 
As one to be tried at His Bar; 

I haste me away to the sky, 
I enter the mansions of light, 

When lo, in a jubilant cry. 

The radiant answer Spelled Right. 



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XXIV. 

Epi logue 



I. 

O Daughter of Zion, 

Through strength of the Lion 

That from Judah once came, 

With the sign of His name, 

Lift His children below, 

In thy love all aglow, 

To the Kingdom of God, 

Which by all shall be trod, 

In the beautiful time 

When the world grows sublime. 



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2. 

O Daughter of Zion ! 
The Strength of the Lion 
Who from Judah arose, 
To eternal repose 
In the Kingdom above 
Shall upraise us through love, 
A numberless throng 
For triumph of song, 
On mountains of light 
Where never is night. 



Presentation of Christ in the Templp, 
February 2d, 1875. 



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XXV. 



Ps' Private Postscript 




Profane not Privacy! Peruser not of my Ps Pass! Pass by. 
Pain and Penalty of Prolonged Punishment to every Public 
Paul Pry ! ! 



Prim, the Printer propounds the proposition, 

Presuming previous proficiency in printing has never 

Presented it, that, it peculiarly 

Preferable every " form " should be perfect. 

Proceed I to put in this postscript for my ps. 

Preferring to have no printless Pages. 

Poetry? Profane! prose? "Publish it not in Gath." 

Principally a pleasant " run " on the ps of 

Prim, the printer, till they piteously cry 

" Put by your persistent playful Pen." 



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PATIENCE. 

Provided for during fifteen years of Poverty, 

Persistently presenting in all the Passages of life, 

Patience of the purified and perfected ones; 

Pretty jealous at times of the patriarch, Latimer ; 

Possessed of a name never to Perish, 

Preserved from the Patriarchal period. 

Perennial will she Perpetually be in this 

Poem of Providence, 

Prominent forever to the Poetical Peruser. 

Puriiisimus Amor Fidchrse et Fatientis et Prudentis, 

Poema Poematum^ 

Philosophia Philosophiai'um^ ] 

Palma Palmarum^ 

Pure as the portals of pearl ! 

Perceivest thou not how the poet should 

Prostrate himself in the presence of Providence, 

Profoundly thankful for the possession of a 

Pearl above price ? 



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PRISCILLA. 

rrovided Avitli a Persuasive preacher and philosopher, 

Prolonging and protecting his past meridian period, 

Presenting him the solace of pretty, pleasant e3^es, 

Proving the pepper and point of his profound philosophy. 

Pauses she to perceive what pertains to 

Prudential propriety, 

Presume I to propliesy and predict what is 

Patent to all, she will not, as years Pass and 

Pleasures of life present themselves. 

Prohibit the proprietor and prince of her heart the 

Pervading perfume and prolific peace. 

Proceeding from his post prandial pipe. 

Pray I she may live long and prosper. 

PHILOSOPHER. 

Provided for Per protecting paladium of Providence, 
Prisoned in the private pound of a priceless heart. 
Pierced by the Penetration of peerless eyes, 
Proving in Fropria Persona., with positive proof a 
Previous proposition that hearts of 



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Preachers and philosophers ^re 

Perfect!}^ pervious, precisel}' like other people's. 

Pray I his pro-o-o-digious — Pardon, pardon, Priscilla. 

Philosopher of Ellengowan, Procul, Frocul es ! 

Pray I his prodigious form may long grace Portals and 

Porch of the Temple, his lips many a 3'ear Pour 

Pra3'ers and praises at the plinth of the altar, 

Perpetually remembering to put into his 

Public proclamations from the pulpit 

Polished shafts of Pungent, pointed wit, 

Potent, prophet-like rebukes of profaning vice and 

Persuasive polysyllables of love. 

PETPPE. 

Provided with Puero Prudente Post sejjtem annos^ 
Prudent protector after the patience of seven years. 
Pray I the pleasures of the possible and 
Probable may surpass the pains of the present. 
Petite ! be all thy proclamations of poetry and 
Peace to him in the pleasant groves of the Academy, 
" Perge quo crepisti ! " proceed as- thou hast proposed. 



DAUGHTER OF ZION. 223 

TRUDENCE. 

Provided for only in the Possibilities of Providence ; 

Possessing her soul in patience, 

Prolific in prayers and praises 

Fro duodecim Pueris—Pax omnibus vobiscum I — 

Parsons, philosophers and paragraphists of the future ; 

Profoundly in earnest to keep them proper and 

Pure in the Paths of propriety. 

Patience in the present 1 Pray thou it may equal thy 

Prudent provision for Paradise. 

POLYGLOT. 

Provided for ? not yet, but peacefully pondering the chances. 
Plucking the perfuraeless peonies of philology, 
Profoundly ignorant of the perennial roses 
Perfuming the pleasure-garden of a fair pure heart. 
Puer Veneris! pierce him!! Polyglot, perceive in the 
Practical philosophy of pairs 
Pleasure pervading the perishable here. 
Perfected in the perennial purity of Heaven. 
Ps, not provided for, providentially put on one Page. 



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POET. 

Provided for Per qiiindecim annos Pidclwos, 

Plenteous in pledges and Proofs of affection ; 

Post omnes in the purity of the saints ; 

Pushing passionate proclivities from his heart ; 

Pursuing day and night the perennial Psyche ; 

Perceiving the flashes of the perfect, 

Pervading the paths of the perishable ; 

Purchasing the profitable joj's of pursuit ; 

Pluming as he can a poem for flight; 

Praising God for the pilotage of His Providence ; 

Praying to persevere till the portals of Pearl 

Proclaim the passage over the 

Pavement of Gold to the place 

Promised and prepared in the House of the Father, 




